While fighting off senility,
To best of my ability,
It may sound like banality,
To say that rationality,
Is something that I seem to lack.
My skull is like an empty sack!
Thoughts follow scattered unknown trails,
Like a train run off the rails!
They wander off to who knows where?
Then pop up sometimes here or there!
An idiot's tale of sound and fury?
The Bard spoke well, so what’s my hurry?
JDL -- April 26, 2023
