Lost Mind

You had once a fine mind.
But now, no longer.
Words will not come.
You can not find
those needed in the lumber
of your cobwebbed brain.

‘It’s only the postman.’
‘It’s only the postman.’
Repeated childlike as he
brings your book. We see
your words from a time past,
when words flowed
and that fine mind,
was not lost
in the search,
for
a
right
word.