No Need
for Worry,
My Darling
Pay no attention; it’s just my brain
That’s going swiftly down the drain,
And, little use as it has had
In life, its dead loss
can’t be bad
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Which might not be so bad, if the body wasn’t circling the vortex as well….
In that case, I believe one should, in the British vernacular, ‘laugh like a drain’. 😉
Oh, but to be so be-jeweled going down! Got me smiling, Kathryn!
Cleverly rhyming self deprecation, defies any loss of brain power whatsoever.
Tee! Hee!, my Kathryn sweet…
At the very least I can cheer myself with remembering that one can’t lose what one has never had (wink, wink)!! No, having gone through the ‘brain-fog’ of depression in the past, I can honestly say I value every ounce of sentience I do have all the more. 🙂