Like Velcro

My brain was once like Velcro;
Each tidbit added stuck
And waited there, accessible
For me to find and pluck.

But all the space got taken;
The Velcro’s been replaced
By ancient masking tape from which
The glue has been erased.

So new additions do not stick
And cannot be retrieved.
Had I been warned when I was young,
I wouldn’t have believed.

Yet all things have their limits
And this, too, goes for the mind.
The more we age, the more we leave
What we once knew behind.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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August 19, 2016 at 1:40 AM
oh, I sure hope I don't start forgetting like crazy. What more can go wrong, with the neck, shoulder, etc. already!! I visit a lady in my church who has recently been showing real signs of dementia. it's so sad , Ilene. I take it this is a joking poem, but sincerely, I pray you are not getting that dread disease.
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