Try to remember the years that were tender
When youth was not a dying ember
Try to remember as brain cells surrender
Where thoughts are fodder for the blender
Try to remember the room you did enter
And why you’re there, that thread so slender
Deep in your memory are things that were friendly
If you can retrieve them and hold them steady
Things that were easy will now make you queasy
The strain alone can make you wheezy
Neural connections will give you perplexions
And thoughts of old are sad reflections
When was it last I remembered the past
That chasm now seems dark and vast
I see a face, the name I can’t think
It’s there on my tongue, right on the brink
Then tomorrow at noon it will suddenly emerge
A burst from my mouth as the planets converge
This gradual slow down I accept with grace
I know my brain has slackened its pace
The good side is I’m not plagued by unease
But can someone please tell me, where are my keys?
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Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Driving one day I was listening to \\\"Try To Remember\\\" from the Fantasticks, and the first line of this poem popped into my head. So I figured, since I\\\'m well past middle age, and heading down that road any way, why not have some fun with it.
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Good write Bella.
I know this song. I sang your lines to the tune. Very nice.
Thank you Rozina, I can't get the tune out of my head.
" Let me tell you Bella, they're most likely there in your pocketbook." I have lived this poem. It was like looking in a mirror. Well written and an amusing read. Just the other day, I went downstairs to fetch a book I left on my desk, got distracted and had to make three trips.
Your poem hit home for me. Liked the rhymes. Enjoyed the entire read. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil, so glad you enjoyed. Funny how you gradually adapt and have a good laugh on yourself now and then.
True words Bella, we can remember those wonderful times but where the keys are can be quite a problem, like the question of why did I come up stairs?
Andy
Thank you Andy. I often go back to where I started but that doesn't always work. I figure if it's important enough it will come back, and if not, oh well.
Bella I loved this write and its humorous but sad focus on old age and memory. My memory too is not what it used to be, but then I just kid myself that it is because of all the junk I've stored upstairs over the years. Great poem.
Thank you my friend for your kind words. Aging is a part of life, and as I experience it I find it's not so bad. I get perks for being a senior and I just write myself more notes so I don't forget things. And dear poet, as for the junk that you've stored upstairs over the years, it sure produces some great poetry!
Excellent flow and thought pattern. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Your thoughts laid out well
Smooth flow
Ageing can be fraught with duch sentiment
For balance, as all is not in vain, another side which you alsi may have experienced
Age
freedom
Freedom from nonsensical worry
To not matter is 解放,
what is the word liberation
He is bothering me turns to
he was bothering me
Relax enjoy enjoy some more
sleep perhaps sleepsomemore
Awakening
Freedom
freedom
age
I agree wholeheartedly. There is a true freedom of mind and soul with aging. And when something that should be familiar slips my mind, I can simply smile and go on my way. Thank you dear friend for your very wise word.
love the final lines, had to laugh
Thank you Verona, glad it gave you a chuckle. Thank you so much for the fav. Please forgive the delayed response. My husband and I have been on vacation and just got back. I was able to see your comment on my cell, but couldn't figure out how to respond on the darn thing. So goes the aging brain, oh well.
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