Things Fall Apart

Cherry

By D G Moody

Thu, 04 Jan 2024
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Have you ever, though I’m sure you have,

Woken in the night in a strange bed

And wondered – where the hell am I?

 

And have you sometimes forgotten

Why you came into another room,

And not known the reason why?

 

Or maybe it’s all the nagging worries

That get wrapped up into a single one

In front of your mind like a buzzing fly.

 

As for the names, faces and places,

Sure, we all forget some ones at times,

But not enough to make us want to cry;

 

With those missing hours in every day,

when what was memory is slipping away

To the silent pool of the minds decay.

 

And when each dying moment becomes

Confused with the sound of a ticking clock

Do you realise it’s yourself that’s stopped?

 

For when there is no more of anything

We’ll finally find that the clock has lied

And the calendars gone out with the tide.

 

 

D G Moody 2024

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Acceptance and trust must be so important, and to be in a loving family. I remember many many years ago, a preacher saying something like, 'If you find eldierly people difficult, pray that He'll prepare you to be gracious when you get to that stage and helpful for your helpersj!' Rhiannon

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Rhiannon. I was experienced in first, working with people with learning difficulties, then with the elderly in sheltered housing; so did have some understanding. But with what is happening now it is more immediate, being close friends. On balance I would rather have a sick body than a mind that is dying.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by D G Moody on

And thanks for the cherry, always gratefully received smiley

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

A very well deserved cherry for this one. It sounds as if your muse has loving and kind support though, which as Rhiannon says is so important

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Claudine; and yes we are blessed by so much, and appreciate what we still have.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by celticman on

disorientation is orientation of what is to come. 

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Jack; and I found your comment intriguing; either there is something, or nothing? Having spent a good part of my life seeking a meaning I'm now at the stage of letting the mystery be - except in my musing. BTW, I have a poem to post that offers one interpretation. 

Dougie Moody