My curtain call

Halt my traces, please stop me in my tracks if my mindfulness is muddled up and falling through the cracks..don’t let me carry on like I always do, coz God forbid what I will get up to if I haven’t got a clue..

Just sit me in a corner with some company aslong as I am fed and watered that won’t worry me..but whatever you do, don’t leave me by myself, I would not be happy left on that lonely shelf..I can well imagine that this dreadful day will come around, when my baffled brain has gone bonkers and nonesense can only be found..alas senility comes to us all, our senescence second childhood when old age is our curtain call..