(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

Sometimes it seems my circuits are all just broke.
No, don't laugh!  I makes this not a joke.
My brain still sits there in its very own space.
Perhaps it can't relate to my ever changing face.

The years from eight to eighty take its toll, it's true.
The face we started out with may lose it's glowing hue.
The wisdom lines grow deeper, and soon our secret's out;
The brain can be quite tricky and often we're in doubt,

I sometime sense my gears "upstairs" are turning rather slow
But oiling's not an option; that much we all know.
Perhaps my many synapses are waving to and fro,
But I shall call up new ones to multiply and grow.

You sorta think you know what is stored up in your head,
But when I need a recall, it's shooting blanks instead!
I'd really like to know what is going on up there.
Perhaps it's getting cold from my recent loss of hair.

Of course, I understand as I continue on life's track,
Perhaps a brand new Circuit Board would bring my good brain back.
I plan to look into it, but I think it's not today.
I'm pretty sure I will find help, if someone points the way!








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