Written June 22, 2023 For The Contest, Writing Challenge – F Word Sponsored by Constance La France
Forgetfulness is my new friend; its frequent visits- I defend. Quite unannounced, it comes and goes to steer my mind into repose. Although annoying- I must say it makes me laugh in my dismay of losing track of simple things that fly away as if on wings. A friend, I call it- since I know it's part of aging and will show- when brains are filled right to the top- untangling thoughts come to a stop. So when I'm frustrated that day as it comes by and plans to stay- I just relax and stay resigned, and before long, my thoughts unwind. But all in all, so far I'm blessed- speak of forgetfulness in jest. I'll keep on aging- best I can to make the most of my life's plan.
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