Alzheimer's

"I grow old. Oh
more old than bone
more brittle, more
broken."

I would love the rest of the poem to be up to this standard for the words cry out. The ending frets me, but I cannot usefully say why except that it feels weak, even allowing that it should be in this instance. Forgetfulness and tea - sounds good but yet... I feel you need to get to it by a slightly different route to point up a contrast.

Sorry - my comments and thoughts are fragmented. But this poem has the ssed of something too good to not leave any comment.