Senility Poem by ahmet cafer celebiler

Senility



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

Senility
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One gets rather maudlin at seventy seven
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