Old People Poem by Katie Unknown

the mind a simple but complicated place.
as it grows old, things just start to erase,
the memories of the long loved,
the family members of lost,
the chill of the summer day
long long ago, things that just wont stay
life becomes a blur,
sitting by the window
trying, thinking, of what it was like when the childhood was like.
five cartons of milk sitting in the fridge,
frying pan in the closet,
things just start out like this....
and always end in a twist.


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