This zip of mine has problems – it always gets undone
as if it thinks what’s in there just needs a bit of fun.
It seems that when I look down, it’s always there agape;
the cage is always open – thank god there’s no escape!
It never used to happen, back in my younger days;
perhaps this my journey – off down Alzheimer’s Ways.
The path that’s often scattered with shock and awe to spare
and some old, smiling codger who simply doesn’t care.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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