Things are dropping away. Memory once recalled easily Now conspires to evade. Yet consciousness remains.
Gone is the recognition
The words get stuck in a treacle like haze. Journeying without cognition. Life a malaise.
Past times are out of step
With a reality that pervades.
Consequence absent. Unaware condemned to confusion. The unknown lost, silent.
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Author:
Emile Dubois (
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- Published: January 31st, 2025 03:41
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Familar to many aging this poem leaves a feeling of hopelessness and sad despair. Nicely worded
Beaucoup de gratitude.
The sometimes slow and sad decent into old age, enjoyed the read
Exactement. Merci compagnon de voyage.
You are very welcome
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