Snoring loudly the old dog lies comfy in his bed
Curled up, warm and dreaming
Fat, beagly, brown and white
Feet twitching, nose wriggling
Snuffling sinusly, the old dog sniffs the scented air
Re-living old adventures and grunting
Remembering when limbs ran free
When cataract eyes could see
When deaf ears were hearing
Before obesity was nearing
What joy is spent recalling
When what’s missing was free balling.
Dream on old dog
When I was young I was as smart as a tack
how I wish I could get my memory back
I could recite a poem and recall a name
I was cute and clever, on top of my game
but now I struggle to remember a word
my mind goes blank and I feel absurd
I remember the sound or a strangely linked group
but the word I am seeking slips out of the loop
I gaze at a face that I know quite well,
the name escapes me, Oh bloody hell
to cover the slip I use darling or dear
till three in the morning when the name reappears
folk say it is stress and I need to beware
of working to hard, I must take care
but the advice eludes me, I tend to forget
till the very next time my memory’s upset
Penny's Jottings 