Fading Memory
Things can come, things can go
With a mind that has become so slow,
I cannot keep a thought for long
As I continue to go along.
This river of time I find myself in
Just keeps on going and I can't remember when.
My thoughts stay jumbled and finally lost,
Will I not be able to have a mind on the mend?
Age and memory aren't much fun,
When that river of time keeps going and you have none.
A fading mind is like a day that is ending
All that's left is a thought that needs mending.
.....?? Nuts!!
Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011
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