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!