Of Minds and Growing Older
Of Minds and Growing Older
By: Tom Wright
5/26/99
A fragile thing, our minds.
Where once they flooded with memories of our past.
Our recall, becomes with age,
that mere trickle of things we've deemed important,
not necessarily happening last.
we're unable to unlock
and purge from darkness, one unwanted thought.
So, we often attempt to sort,
those things best left alone
that life has brought.
Then, given time,
our minds often become in total disarray.
We fail to recognize a loved one's face,
recall a thought, or lives spent together,
or know the time of day.
At this time of life
we see those seemingly doomed to sit and stare.
Incapable of sharing thoughts
and unable to express their feelings,
living life from bed or chair.
While our minds
will never comprehend why these things must be.
Extend a kind word, a warm hand, a hug---but never pity.
See them as God's, "Lightening Rods",
storing and radiating love to those like me.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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