The old fool has risen,
he's going to fall,
his mind is not working.
It's not working at all.

Serendipity is now in play
as an old memories have gone away.
Ask not of him of what it might be,
For his exploits in life, you cannot see.

When I write down these words
on paper, using a pen,
are they becoming more absurd
or do I still continue to pretend,
I am a writer who
has now lost his way.
Please help me Lord,
for my mind has gone astray.

I reach out for you,
but you've gone away.
Your body is here,
the mind didn't stay.
I love you so
and will always pray,
please stay with me
until the end of our day.

Thank you, dear Lord
for letting me stay
on this good Earth
for one more day.

Come see me now.
Come see me play.
Do it now.
Do it today,
For very soon,
It's gone away,
Never again,
Not even today.
The loss of time,
Has gone away,
No more watching,
Your Children play.

I see once again,
the far away look,
in your brown eyes,
when you try hard
to think and realize,
you know not of
objects, which you see,
as a puzzled expression,
comes rushing at thee.
What can I do?
What can I say,
telling you, your safe
and I won't go away.

I am going to go back
and crawl in my bed,
for my head is pounding,
like the drum of the dead.
My eyes are so weary,
a color of light red.
I shouldn't have been drinking
and then someone said,
"Last round"

I believe I have been here before,
but who in the World is Lenore?
Did I read a book of lore?
It was Poe's Raven saying "Nevermore."

The sound of an early evening breeze,
pushing and pulling branches and leaves.
Is an eerie sound; it will not appease
until the rattle of tree limbs are at ease.

Do you recall the words,
"Snap, crackle and Pop?"
The bowl of Rice Crispies,
laying in milk to sop.