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Like Velcro
My brain was once like Velcro;
Each tidbit added stuck
And waited there, accessible
For me to find and pluck.
But all the space got taken;
The Velcro’s been replaced
By ancient masking tape from which
The glue has been erased.
So new additions do not stick
And cannot be retrieved.
Had I been warned when I was young,
I wouldn’t have believed.
Yet all things have their limits
And this, too, goes for the mind.
The more we age, the more we leave
What we once knew behind.
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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