SENILE , ME
and post notes and photos about your poem like Judy Ball.
Old age seems to creep up on you when you least expect it.
S ince I've gotten on in years,
E verything seems to have changed.
N ow when I walk into a room,
I t seems things have been rearranged.
L ittle things just here and there,
E xchanged, somehow made different.
M ost explain it easily,
E xcuse you, senile, Me?
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2017