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A Lament on the Middle Aged Brain

Perhaps there are lapses
In my synapses;
I try to read mapses
But just need napses.

I search and search across the globe
But cannot find my frontal lobe.
Though I endeavor to unearth
Those mislaid nouns, there is a dearth.

And every damn technology’s
Abstruse as Norse mythology.
The gadgets seem newfanglia
Without my basal ganglia.

So when your brain feels wrapped in gauze,
Unable to convey a clause,
This is a stage without applause:
You’re entering dementopause.

Eileen Sirota

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