Memories and Old Age
I was sitting around the fire pit the other night telling some exaggerated tale about something or another when I completely lost my train of thought. For the life of me, I just couldn’t remember what I was talking about. So, I looked up at the sky and proclaimed that that was the brightest moon I’d seen in a while. For someone who proclaims to be a writer, I can’t tell you how frightening that was. My mind started racing with the fear that I was in the early stages of some worst-case scenario. So, I turned to my trusted companion who knows all and sees all…Google. Turns out, a slow decline in cognitive behavior is expected as we grow older. In some cases, adding a simple exercise routine can stimulate the release of chemicals to promote an increase in cognitive behavior. Though my wife will say I’m making this one up, it’s true, a healthy sex life will help. Hey, maybe they will write you a prescription for sex.
Lost in the darkness
my mind racing to find home
can’t see through the tears
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