POEM - Gradual Decline

Things are ageing

You look at the you

That is you

The now you

And wonder when this became you

I have been more like this me

Longer than I was that me

The kid back there

But those days still are as greener grass

When the me I look at

            Isn’t all that I recall

An inescapable condition of time

Exacerbated by fading memory

And early onset Nostalgia

With a Senility & Alzheimer’s chaser

Someone mentioned in passing

They were lucky to know me back then

Inferring I was something special

In the distant past

Like I was sort of a hottie

The thought that flashed across my mind

I wish that currency

Still had the same value

There has been a sharp downturn

In market interest

In my Hotness-s-s-s-s-s!

At least Linda still likes me

Lies to me in kind ways

Tells me I look thinner

After putting on five pounds

Says she still sees me

            The boy she fell for

Despite all my efforts to hide him

Someone posted a quote

The idea was poignant

Never live with someone

Who doesn't like what you do

She likes what I do

Supports my writing addiction

Makes sure I get my fix every day

Reads every line

Even ones that makes her cry

Corrects my spelling

Tells me when I'm getting cocky