An Ode to My Brain
As memory fades with advancing age
and movements become sluggish,
I welcome the sedate pace of my life –
affording me time to savour each moment,
as every single one becomes precious.
Recall is tainted, like hues of autumn leaves –
fertile ground for mending broken fences,
as facts no longer serve their purpose.
Till the day the body’s command centre
shuts down for a well-earned rest.
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