“How far a distance did you travel today?
So glad to have finally met you.”.
The same question comes up without much delay,
“How far a distance did you travel today?”
Her brain won’t retain any answers I say;
Her bright eyes quickly forget you.
“How far a distance did you travel today?
So glad to have finally met you”

Senility is a glacier-like curse
that slowly has come to define her.
Is it for better or is it for worse?
Senility is a glacier-like curse.
Today she was better, or so says the nurse
who speaks in mnemonic reminder. 
Senility is a glacier-like curse
that slowly has come to define her.
                        

Heaven is a letting go,
A trust that all is apropos,
Surrendering to daily flow.

Autumn. Winter, Spring to Summer,
Age is just another number
Older yes, but somewhat dumber.

The math reveals a declaration:
Time stands still for inspiration,
Then burns up quick in conflagration.

The list grows longer every week,
The minds detached from mouths that speak,
The recognition turned oblique.

One changed to two that can’t connect,
The sharp minds dull when indirect,
Dwindling in each respect.

Troubled some, we stave off fear
of losing it, we’re cavalier
in hoping we won’t disappear.

Infinity’s a young folk’s scheme. 
For bodies age, break down, and seem
a shadow has replaced a dream.

We soldier on, each day a page
on calendar of righteous rage
We rant and rave on life’s brief stage. 

The candle out, we are no more
True shadows behind darkened door
Referred to as what came before.