"I think therefore I am" Descartes once said But with no thought left is one then dead? For now, my head is full of thought Some is random and some was taught I fight so hard to keep it full Against inevitable ageing's pull I'll write my words, do crosswords too Anything that will stir my stew I'll fight it every which way too By always finding things to do But if it finally comes to pass You'll find me in the old long grass.
In the warren that is my mind I remember that I must be kind Ere long will I remember that Growing frail is such a ****!