has always been,
The mind is the first thing to go.
But when it actually happens,
when you are no longer vibrant,
losing that spark that made you
so unique, when you try to
put together your thoughts
and the wirings in your brain
just won’t work in harmony
and all you can say are
sputtering phrases that even
you can’t understand, and when
even words become too much
to muster and all you have is
a distant stare and the world
looks back at you indifferently,
not even caring that you’re there,
that’s when you would hope
everyone would see that they
may need to tell a different joke.
2 comments:
hey vernon... over at dVerse the theme today is color... so that doesn't quite fit... you could link that on saturday for oln - and maybe you wanna write a color poem and join us? smiles
I thought today was Poets' Pub. Has that stopped?
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