In Time Poem by Dennis Go

In time, I'll lose
All of my bearings -
The pens, papers, books
And poetry linings
Etched between memories.

Before these things are gone
I myself will be
The sentiment
Of my upbringing:
The downfall of old age
And the ripening
Of dying years.

Thin strands of hair will fall
One after the other
Till the shadow of an old man
Occupies the mane
He once had.

Only then will I realize
The aggravation,
My lifeline disturbed
Not by premonition,
But a song.