This is a fun poem plucked from inside my brain, a spear of the moment thought.
I have these feelings in the brain,
My thoughts may never be the same,
Each time I close my eyes to think,
The brain goes dead I have to blink.
Has my brain begun to die,
Have memories of times gone by,
Disappeared in side my head,
Tell me has my brain gone dead.
If it’s failing bit by bit,
Then how will I know if this is it,
A darkening shadow starts to fall,
Slow but sure it builds a wall.
So when one day you ask me remember,
My brain will not be able to tender,
The thoughts that travel round and round,
For there’ll be berried deep and sound.
