An Aging Poet
For poetry, I'll need to see
Let the battle of switches begin
From the wall switch to the light
"Which one is it?" never ends!
An aging poet, past my prime
My memory now is not acute
In truth it has been in decline
Ever since I popped the chute!
What's next, will I forget my pants?
So many lapses, cause me to fret
A date, a word,a meal, a hat
Who knows what next, I might..........?
Copyright © PAT Adams | Year Posted 2019
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