As I order my senior coffee, I reflect
What have I missed, what did I neglect
Have I forgotten anything yet today
Now I’m confused, what can I say.
They say so much is wasted on the youth
All that energy without a care is the truth
Once we’re smart enough to know what is right
We lost all the strength and give up the fight.
So now I have my senior moments to think upon
Up each morning before the crack of dawn
When I was younger I could get along without sleep
Now I think of eating rather than counting the sheep.
It’s not that I forget or that things cloud my mind
The mind is active with all things ahead and behind
At times I wish I could give the thoughts a break
Instead, I sit down and another poem comes awake.