ANOTHER BIRTHDAY
In a Dementia fleeting thought just the other day
it only came to mind because it was my birthday.
At my bathroom sink pondering life’s recollections
a sudden flash from the mirror, I saw my reflection.
Intensely taking inventory, my body’s vital statistics
my un-used eye prescription, who wants to be realistic.
with each new birthday something else goes wrong
the results I get from that mirror tomorrow it’ll be gone.
It’s difficult dealing with life’s diminishing disruptions
when each new birthday adds to the aging corruption.
There’s my cognitive complaints, a diaper when I’m late
my memory misplacing is it fate, Alzheimer’s at the gate.
If it’s an over reaction, every year the same thing happens
maybe a bigger cake will give all those candles some traction.
My family gathers, make your wish! can’t find my bucket list
wisdom is at hand, HAPPY BRITHDAY! punches don’t land.