I Can Hear The Music But the Lyrics Have Changed.

by Jan on July 16, 2009

Memories, all alone in the moonlight

I don’t know what I’m doing here, or why I came

All is fuzzy as I wander from room to room

Talking to myself, once again.

Daylight, I awake from my stupor

Wishing I could remember, what day is today

Who am I? What is my name and what do I do?

Let my memory please be renewed.

Every day is a new adventure of confusion and befuddlement

I continue to mutter and my husband shutters

At our mid-life predicament.

Touch me, it’s so easy just read my lips

We’ll grow old together, hand in hand

As we tread these unknown waters of mid-life

I’ll remind you hey, I’m your wife

This little ditty came to me yesterday as I was walking from room to room talking to myself hoping to remember what I was doing and why I was there.

Mid life, menopause, whatever, my ability to recall has turned to mush. I even tied a string around my finger to remind me of something and minutes later looked at the string and forgot why it was there.

I write notes and lose them, wore a mini tape recorder around my neck with voice commands and lost it. I’ve tried making up song, rhymes and word games.

I, for years have been articulate. Now, many days I cannot pull up the right word. Simple words like ‘consume’, ‘explain’ or ‘syndicate’. I come up with words like ‘explode’, ‘synonym’ and ‘incident’.

It’s all mid life and menopausal maladies. Something many of us have to adapt to and work around. Finding humor in it all helps except for when you forget to pay a credit card and they jack your interest rate up to 29.99%. No joke. They didn’t accept my, “But, but, I’m in menopause” They didn’t bite.

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