Fading Brain
FADING BRAIN
I think my brain is going down the drain.
My short-term memory is all at sea.
This thing they call dementia is a pain;
I don’t know why it’s happening to me.
Now, ask me what did in sixty-three,
And I recall it all as clear as day.
But what I did last Sunday I can’t say.
A brain transplant is what I really need,
But that technology is far away.
And, in the meantime, this brain’s gone to seed.
20th March 2020
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Sponsor - Beth Evans
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2020
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