I used to be a genius...
No task was hard at all...
But at times old age won't free us
From things we can't recall...
I can't leave home without my keys...
But where on Earth are they?
I'm stuck at home without release
For yet another day...
Yes, I've also tried the windows...
But they need keys as well...
While my impatience grows and grows,
My future's hard to tell...
Perhaps I'll use a hammer soon...
Yes, things are bad as this!
I might find that this afternoon...
I wonder where it is?
Denis Martindale February 2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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