Monday, December 16, 2013

Ram



I am running out of memory
he says, poor guy.
I can't keep track
of which cat is outside
in the Winter when
they should be in,
remember to take
my daily pills.
My automations sometimes
fail me. And my life
buzzes on through
flashes of happy reminiscence
and daydreams.

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