Unglued

The mind holds many memories Which cling to it like glue, A storehouse of forgotten facts You hardly knew you knew. But as we age, the files get filled And when we try to store New knowledge or experience, There isn’t room for more. And that explains why I just read A novel I’d once finished, A little hint to let me know My brain cells have diminished. For just like old adhesive Will no longer do the trick, There comes a point within your brain When nothing new will stick.