The silence of the knock
That went unheard to my ear.
Part of age that deminishes
The capabilities I once had.
Let me not bemoan what time has
Taken from me, but rest assured
It has not heard the last from me.
At least that thought comforts me.
Knowing my limitations, without
A complaint, I proceed forward.
Can't let a lapse in memory define
The whole, but just a part of me.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Michael D.