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ON FORGETTING WHY I CAME IN HERE

i have lost the thread  
 
am i slipping?  
 
have i  
thunk my last good thought?  
 
will i be diminished,  
short of mental funds,  
in the cerebral hole,  
unable to hold my own  
 
or hold my pee?  
 
will i shit the bed?  
 
can i still masturbate  
in the shower  
or has that glorious multicolored ship sailed, too?  
 
is that me now?  
bald?  
thin lipped and hollow boned?  
 
i am thick  
and i am thin  
 
it makes no difference  
 
old men nod hello  
in the grocery --  
we brothers in arms  
 
we bumble along,  
pushing our carts  
putting in oatmeal,  
grapes,  
cat food,  
frozen entrees,  
denture adhesive  
 
otherwise i am but a shadow  
 
here, but almost gone
Written by javalini
Published
Author's Note
Dementia is, I think, having worked many years with the aged and infirm, the absolute worst fate of all. Aging offers enough of other issues -- I pray to keep my mental faculties until the end. I pray you keep yours, too.
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