Alzheimer’s Way (or Ode To My Zip)

Alzheimer’s Way (or Ode To My Zip)

This zip of mine has problems – it always gets undone

as if it thinks what’s in there just needs a bit of sun.

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 day;

perhaps this my journey – off down Alzheimer’s Way.

The path that’s often scattered with shock and awe to spare

and some old, smiling codger who simply doesn’t care.

So if you see me smiling wide, both upstairs and below

then don’t get all embarrassed, but simply say hello.

‘Cos though there may be bits poke out and give a little wink

It’s not really as naughty as you might seem to think.

It’s really just an old fella standing here in front of you

and at this age nothing stands up to interrupt the view.


About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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