A New Page
What was a fire is now an ember,
Not a flicker of a flame
Can I remember,
Of recent past events.
I write myself a little note,
Then forget what I wrote
Or what the message meant.
I take ages looking for my glasses,
After what seems ages passes,
Only to find them on my nose.
I do not recognise names and faces,
I embarrass myself in places.
It's old age I suppose.
I always count my blessings,
Although old age can be depressing,
I am fortunate that I have reached old age.
I often sit and ponder
What beckons me out yonder.
It's exciting,
When you start a clean page!
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