Lost Words

A time in life comes when Memory starts to weaken. There can be nothing more frustrating As a poet to loose the memory of Precious words building up thoughts. It is like being deprived of morsels That nourished you all this time or Chewing on crumbs of stale words. Fingers bent and aching Paused for ever upon keyboard I stare at half finished thought. Slowly it too fades from memory Till nothing remains to hold I click on the mouse and walk out. The writing disappears from screen Computer labels it BLANK! Edited 6.29.2015