THE DIMINISHING MIND OF THE OLD
It was so real I thought that I was there,
And yet I awoke still sitting in my chair,
Where was I? I was so confused you see,
And here you are listening now to me.
It is so strange; I know my mind has gone,
And it returns, when it is good and done,
And clearly I can still think quite clear,
And talk like this to you sitting here.
Perhaps its time to relax and gain delight,
From my trips away, for I'll be off again tonight,
It's just when I return I'm sort of lost,
But I guess being old also has its cost,
It won't be long now and I will not return,
I'll be off some place where there's more to learn.