If it isn’t dementia then the runes were wrong
again - & maybe thus its a beginning of some
other age-related form of failing: with distress
caused by recognising this relentless onset in
a truest sense of senility then there’s no room
for comfort - and to be aware there is no cure
for it means you’re not only an entrant but the
only audience member also knowing it’s truth
And there forsooth I would swear that if it was
the way these things come to be, I’d let down
my hair celebrating freedom from penury; - if I
am no longer ‘of a state’ where whatever I say
I’d need to be beholden to then it would seem
I’m just a whisker away from forever free
© 14 September 2017, I. D. Carswell
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