Everyday life becoming a curse
Is slowly beginning,
To catch up on me.
Especially when I try,
Putting salt,
In a cup of tea.
Instead of milk.
Cannot abide my life,
Don't like living at,
This unforgiving time.
Dementia is the crime.
I'm probably being,
Over critical of myself.
A disappearing mind,
Converging on itself
Please let me explain,
Before I go insane.
We have a stack of jars,
Sugar, Tea and coffee.
Wonder what is wrong with me,
Spending time hunting,
For the jar of coffee.
That was sitting underneath,
The jar of tea, So I had,
An Oxo cube instead.
Although it was enjoyable for me,
I hope next time I look,
I will be able to find the coffee.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-06-11 at 01:46
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SENILITY
I think my senility,Is slowly beginning,
To catch up on me.
Especially when I try,
Putting salt,
In a cup of tea.
Instead of milk.
Cannot abide my life,
Don't like living at,
This unforgiving time.
Dementia is the crime.
I'm probably being,
Over critical of myself.
A disappearing mind,
Converging on itself
Please let me explain,
Before I go insane.
We have a stack of jars,
Sugar, Tea and coffee.
Wonder what is wrong with me,
Spending time hunting,
For the jar of coffee.
That was sitting underneath,
The jar of tea, So I had,
An Oxo cube instead.
Although it was enjoyable for me,
I hope next time I look,
I will be able to find the coffee.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 121 times
Written on 2024-06-11 at 01:46
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