Senile Age
Senile Age
I am worst than the dirt
you step aside from,
so as not to get your shoes dirty,
more or less your mind.
I am old and senile,
a bald head
filled with rancid ignorance.
Ghosts and goblins has invaded,
becoming my pals.
A phenomenon of deceleration.
I became cloistered
from myself.
Nothing worth anyone’s effort.
So just go.
Go far away,
and let me ramble in my err.
recurrences I cannot rid myself of.
Leave me or you will become me.
©Al Juman The "Said" Poet 4/20/2022
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