A Life Of Mystery Poem by Phil Soar

There was a time when life held many mysteries for me
Where all the memories I made, were held in store
But now I can't remember what a mystery life is
And I think my brain has closed that open door

There seems to be a certain kind of madness
That tends to stir up thoughts inside my mind
And lately as my age increases, there's a kind of sadness
And to me, life has really not been kind

So as I close a chapter in a series of adventures
And the mysteries of life now puzzle me
I need to get something to fix my dentures
While my mind's set sail, and drifted out to sea