No Help.

An unreliable friend,
Or foe.
Sharing your reality,
Sometimes slipping through your grasp.
Stalking your every step,
Slipping among the shadows…
As clear as day,
Only slightly fuzzy.

Technology has come
To our aid.
Camera’s and recordings,
All to help the effects of age.

But there’s always that point,
Where your brain’s gone to far;
Past it’s prime.
And everything just slips away…
-12/7/07