SENILE?

SENILE?

An insight just went dashing by
and as it fled I made a try
to catch it, but it sped away,
thus leaving me with naught to say.
Whenever you’re blessed by a thought
quick, grab it lest it come to naught.
In desperation now I pray
to save my insights of today.
Tomorrow looms, I’m unprepared,
and by my senile slippage scared.

Tom Greening

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