You feel your memory is fading,
half asleep,
in a fog.
It's a theory I have for you,
that you feel as if
you're drifting through the day.
In a daze,
and unafraid of dementia.
You've accepted your age,
your death to come.
I can say for certain
that you're the only someone
I've met so willing to keep
their wits about them.
Or prior to the start of your senility -
someone so accepting
of the world as it is.
Or someone so willing to lend
the helpless a hand of grace.
We owe the world your wisdom,
and it's our job to pass it on.
