Ode To Seniors Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Suddenly the lights go out
as if nobody's home in this mind
rendered blank as a Vegas chip.
Another perfectly good idea vanishes
into the void of a “senior moment.'
I spit out a colorful expletive or two;
try to return to what I was doing
before the rush to find pen and paper,
before I forgot what the hell they were needed for.
And so it goes in my life,
‘gotta be quick and fast’ and I’m neither.
Thank God I live in the computer age;
at least I still have nimble fingers.