Nows and Thens

My nows become thens;

My thens become whens;

Till the day I no longer recall -

How many thens and whens

Came before the fall.

Teeth in a jar next to the sink;

Blanket tucked ‘round, I sit and think.

Dinner just came out of a blender.

Someone delivered it. Who was the sender?

Not sure what’s in it. I guess it’s okay.

After all, I gotta eat something anyway

It’s just bland paste, no taste left.

My love of food, as life, torn, bereft.

My cat is fine, she’s furry and sweet;

Curled up there purring on my feet.

She’s not much of a talker, more of a stalker.

Scratches up the tennis balls on legs of my walker.

Maybe my kids will visit this week.

A little companionship is all I seek.

I know they’re busy with jobs and life.

Dealing each with their own personal strife.

Still, it would be nice to see my grandkids again.

I forget their names. Is that such a sin?

Forgotten here in this drafty old house,

Only gift my cat’s recently killed mouse

Need to use the bathroom. Hip’s acting up.

Nobody to notice should I just pee in a cup.

Anyone who cared is long ago gone.

So I sit in this chair and stare at the dawn.

One final houseguest I know shall soon call.

Perhaps that’s Him I hear in the hall.

Welcome He shall be in this dark old room.

Finally, I can rise from loneliness and gloom.