I see the right words right in front of me
But unable to grab them with my tongue lately
Sign of old age or something more sinister
I am clueless, but prefer the former.
Rearing kids to face the future
The prime duty of a parent
This does not mean giving you sleepless nights
But to prepare you
As I had been in the past.
My speech may no longer be coherent
This does not mean the thoughts are in the same league
I can still run, toggle, fast forward and rewind memories
And enjoy every moment of it
Despite my apparently impassive looks.
I am not a prisoner stuck in an old body
I am still a happy bird free to roam the world
Taste the food that I once loved
Read a book and enjoy watching kids play
But these are now done in my mind only.