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.
Doin’ Stuff stuff