In a Dementia fleeting thought just the other day
it only came to mind because it was my birthday.
At my bathroom sink pondering life’s recollections
a sudden flash from the mirror, I saw my reflection.
Intensely taking inventory my body’s vital statistics
my unused eye prescription who wants to be realistic.
with each new birthday something else goes wrong
the results I get from that mirror tomorrow it’ll be gone.
It’s difficult dealing with life’s diminishing disruptions
when with each new birthday it adds to the aging corruption.
There’s my cognitive complaints, there’s a diaper when I’m late
my memory misplacing is that fate, now alzheimer’s at the gate.
If it’s an overreaction then every year the same thing happens
maybe a bigger cake will give all those candles some traction.
My family gathers yell make your wish! can’t find my bucket list
but wisdom is at hand with HAPPY BIRTHDAY! punches don’t land.