A Senior Moment – or Two

There are no words,
No understated understanding,
No common sense or rule of reason
Lets me know the reason why
Such fits of memory, or its lack,
Should hack my often-pristine thoughts
To cause a fatal gap so long and wide.

I see, and yet my eyes are blind.
I hear but echoes in my mind.
I feel with fingers disinclined.
I taste the waste of bitter wine.
The favored savors I once knew
That graced the air with such ado
Are faded like the morning dew
To places I may ne’er pursue.

Oh, angst of age,
Where peace should dwell,
Sad gnawing, nagging beast from Hell,
Lost logic bids a bold adieu
To have a moment, maybe two.

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