SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS IS OVER//WHEN YOU'RE NO LONGER A ROVER.
Copyright © 2018 by Marvin Cohen

I can't remember if I have dementia
as my life creeps into this last venture.
Old age sure seems like a deathly trap.
For losing my youth, I have to take the rap
and fold up my non-existent tent
and proceed along the terminal bent
devoid of my usual old merriment
and drearily dissolve without intent.
An ending too weak to protest
is appropriate, but not the best.
The penalty for hoarding too many years
is to succumb to all the usual fears
and don't worry about how it appears
because now you're out of society
subject to people's promiscuous variety
of critical observations of you.
Pointless whether they hit the mark and were true.