I am a blank sheet
Where once I was a man.
I stop to think
But no thoughts come.
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There is a hint of humor; and a hint of sadness. Sometimes memory loss is part of getting older; other times it might need to be assessed by a doctor. My humorous side would tell you to keep writing while you still can. (but 73 is still so young, for today's standards)
I read this poem with sadness because some people that I knew and loved have suffered from Alzheimer's disease. I don't wish this on anyone.
My wife's eldest step sister and brother died of the disease (seems to be inherited through the mother's line)