SENILITY
Olden days are remembered
sadly
vividly
when you are about to sleep
or wake
to a palaver
heard
and almost understood
involving hunters and game
adults and secrets muttered.
which drift away
leaving miracles
every day
to a fading sun
a favorite cat or two
and a tough to fulfil desire
to stretch
although
those days are not within reach
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