It is difficult to determine.
The things I think are true.
It probably has something.
To do with age, I see my grandmother.
In me. Right now. She walks, unsteadily.
With a cane, the folds of skin.
That once contained a plump woman.
Shaking. With each step.
Around the arm. Holding her stick.
It also might have something to do with my muscular dystrophy.
I have read that this form messes with the executive.
Function. Of the mind.
That seems to be my experience.
Oh, Word Location, you bedevil me.
But, it definitely seems.
Due to the many times.
In life, I have had to shift my thinking.
To which, of the many minds I have been?
Does this line belong?
I know I once believed this.
But, was that an illusion?
Really nice post Ted!
Thank you. I had to post it to see. Does it make sense to others?