The Decline of Recollection

The Decline of Recollection

Such precious keepsake days

as these

were once kept like souvenirs

it seems ..

His having saved each one for

many years ..

Just as he saved and savoured

all those

smiles and joyous tears that they

once shared ..

Until almost overnight it seemed

that age old

b*****d struck and robbed him

of his dignity ..

And try then as, indeed he might,

without speech

and with only partial sight, his near

empty pen

lay there discarded, by his side

till morning ..

Whilst he shook and dribbled

on his beard ..

In some foul corner of a back ward

locked until

the morning, when the day staff

will eventually

take over, and it all begins again ..