Why Am I Here?

I marched to the kitchen then didn’t have a clue,
Why I went there; what did I want to do?
Whatever it was had slipped from my mind?
Anxiously trying to recall what I hoped to find.

Words don’t surface when I need them to speak,
 But stay hiding in my brain playing hide & seek.

Or memories about dining with friends considered dear,
Hard to recall what I ate or the eatery's name I fear.

Why is this happening at this particular life stage?

Is it just another annoyance of reaching old age

Recall requires words to leap over open brain gaps

Needing neurotransmitters to traverse these maps 

Neurotransmitters are like matches used to light a fire

Getting damp with age they worked better when dryer

Next time you wonder why you went into the kitchen?

Think my match needs more strikes before it will pitch in

Thoughts will ultimately surface, stop feeling stress

You thought is on a local, not an express

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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