I have taken to wake up late at night walking about
the apartment that is big
One night there was a short-cut I lost my bearing collided
with a mirror. My wife who has a flashlight by her side
switched it on told me which way to go.
The moment when you don`t know your name
and the familiar faces unknown when you can`t find you
way back home and you have to wear a tag telling people
how to help your home.
When you have a sudden violent temper too dangerous
to live with. When you find yourself in a home of strangers
and there is no escape since you no longer have a house,
the place that from time to time like a flash of memory,
a moment of sanity.
Dementia! I asked my Indian publisher if my latest work
of self- published work, was any good,
he didn`t answer just told me the price of printing?
wrong question, wrong answer.
The publisher was thinking of the money and not
about my self- doubts.
The ogre of old age, watch your steps, old man
they will take every penny you have.