Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Unglued

The mind holds many memories
Which cling to it like glue,
A storehouse of forgotten facts
You hardly knew you knew.

But as we age, the files get filled
And when we try to store
New knowledge or experience,
There isn’t room for more.

And that explains why I just read
A novel I’d once finished,
A little hint to let me know
My brain cells have diminished.

For just like old adhesive
Will no longer do the trick,
There comes a point within your brain
When nothing new will stick.

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Robert Johnson June 12, 2013 at 4:17 PM I'm curious as how you came to, or when you came to realize you had already read it. :)

Robert Pettit June 11, 2013 at 4:01 PM I hope that time never comes for me. As usual, this is a write with great descriptiveness and rhyming.

Timothy Hicks June 11, 2013 at 11:20 AM I sometimes feel this way, too... and I'm no where near the age where I SHOULD be feeling this way! I never read books twice no matter how could I think they are... I feel reading is a kind of "in the moment" sort of enjoyment.

Harry Horsman June 11, 2013 at 9:51 AM oh you are so right, ilene, but here is proof, that with age, your poetry just gets better and better...

Deb Wilson June 10, 2013 at 6:16 PM This is clever and I can certainly relate to it Ilene!Well written too...love,Deb