There Is No Shame In Forgetting

Let's accept it and stop all the fretting

Sixty-five years and change has come.
I thought it would be more subtle.
Suddenly, I don't know how to run
and there are too many things to juggle.

I can recall small details from 1975
but what I had for lunch is up for grabs.
I know it's somewhere in the archive
but I seem to have lost all the tags.

I am doing the brain exercises
and walking each day for my health.
The wizening has so many guises
all unclean but with great hoarded wealth.

Fear not, dear reader, if this seems familiar.
As with all things a remedy exists.
Do not give up and kick your posterior.
Let's tackle aging like good occultists.

Let us write spells to be fully present,
awake and aware but at peace.
Another to banish false discontent
and the last one . . . where the heck are my keys?

Ani Avedissian
copyright August 6, 2025