Senior Moments
All of my senior moments are beginning to run together,
Makes me begin to wonder, if my senility will get any better.
The other night, while driving in my car, home from the grocery store,
I got confused in a traffic circle and drove around it three times more.
When finally I exited, we were going north instead of south
I cannot print the words here that were streaming out of my mouth.
I am the father of four children: three boys and a girl;
If ever I could get their names right, it would be such a thrill.
Names and simple words easily escape me, making it difficult to write a poem;
I have three dictionaries and a thesaurus on a shelf inside my … um, that place that I live.
I left a message for someone to call me on their answering machine;
Only the number that I gave them was to where I lived at seventeen.
I got ready for work this morning; took a shower and had a shave;
My wife sat up and stared at me, saying: “Dear, its Saturday!”
I wonder if I should get worried, or is this just a byproduct of growing old?
Well at least sex is still fulfilling…or, at least, so I am told.
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