The words aren’t the rivers they once were,
the babbling brooks that carried me,
through adolescence and through youth,
to adulthood and all that I have seen.
This morning yet another word was gone,
which means I’ll search the lexicon,
I’ll find it once again I’m sure,
but maybe not in time.
Please God, don’t let me lose my petals now,
don’t make me clutch and grab
in vain for things I once commanded,
and in return I promise I will not,
go raging into the night.