Bewildered he stands in night time mist then he wonders as he clenches his fist how he'd arrived here, with a brain twist rooted, planted, his reality is dismissed
early onset, gray matter's soon demise bothered by his failed attempts to recall his memory's been faltering by degrees it was nothing he nor his family foresaw
he turns to see a car with an open door and found car keys in his pants' pocket it seems he can remember a little more he's electrified as a plugged in socket
There was a large note on the car's dash with his name, address, cell, and phone in case he was ever in an accident crash all would know the facts will stand alone
The poem is based on a man who is standing in the middle of a night time street ... a parked car with its door open. His back is to the car ... He is suffering dimentia or altzheimers which is progressing