Just three pounds of gelatinous goo
But oh what those three pounds can do
I walk and talk because of you
Conscious thought that’s right on cue
I plan and execute each day
You’re there to help me find my way
You help me keep the hounds at bay
As I bravely enter the fractious fray
You organize as I lay asleep
And with your broom you gently sweep
The debris I do not need to keep
The sadness that can make me weep
And when I learn something new
You store it in that special queue
Of information tried and true
That I may purposefully pursue
To speak my mind with confidence
Relying on your providence
The words of such preponderance
That flow into my consciousness
But now because of how I’ve struggled
The world I know seems sadly muddled
And my thoughts grow more and more befuddled
So here inside of you I’ve huddled
I creep into your quietude
The refuge of sweet solitude
A shelter from the multitude
That I may adjust my attitude
This respite serves from time to time
To help adjust my fevered mind
To heal the wounds I left behind
To which I now can be resigned
And if at times advice I seek
A friendly voice to me will speak
It’s not that this old mind is weak
It’s just a little tongue in cheek