The Older We Get

Like a feeble child in the mind
Progressing slowly in decline
Heading down an unknown path
Proceding from the unknown past

I'll hold to what I know
Merry, Merry, my dear child
Come comfort by my side a while,
Respond to me in simple verse--
The details I've forgotten

Isn't that a pretty little cup?
I've never seen something so beautiful

If I remember one thing
Let me remind you what you forgot:
Take a look at the picture
Where the children play

A precious, precious day
Slipping through white, clenched fingers and fists
What my mind can't hold, your hands
Neither can
Time will not be tamed