Senior Moments, moments of lapsing
Sometime buffer things sad or too taxing
The thought on the tip of the tongue
Is momentarily lost and far flung
This thoughtful disappearance
Brings an awkward incoherence
It makes a senior feel quite sheepish
A little lost and a Little Bo Peep-ish
Is that thought suspended in space?
What was its need to find a new place?
When will the next Senior Moment be due?
Don’t ask the seniors, they have no clue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aint it true, my friend! (nice work...funny and well done. Raynette (your Sun City buddy)