The Mirror

The Mirror I met myself today, not that many years away. A most arresting sight; it filled me full of fright: My mind in disarray, all my senses, gone astray. Every hour come what may, planning meals for the day. Checking locks. Are they tight? Checking clocks. Are they right? I watched myself today. not so many years away. Only driving in the day. After dark I lose my way. Hardly hearing, blurry sight, nothing seems to taste quite right. All my senses gone astray, and my mind’s ... in disarray. Searching for each word to say. Can’t remember yesterday. Bathroom visits through the night, cursing til I find the light. I heard myself today not that many years away. Talk about childhood days, no matter what you had to say. Both my knees rusted tight, can’t get up with out a fight. Bent and frail, drawn and gray, everything’s in disarray. Do I need this P.O.A. Deeds and wills seem OK What about a funeral site? Who will give my last rite? I asked myself today: “just how many years away?” While visiting my Dad this past Father’s Day.