"Lost Ages" (September Contest )

Now this thing about losing stuff.
You know at my age, it is not enough
You cannot be other than joking.
Or of my age the micky you are poking.

If only I could just find my way around
Need a map for this house and surrounds.
Each day is a challenge to us old folks here
Where did I put it, as it just isn’t there?

Do you need a list, or shall I just mention a few
I hit my head on a beam, lost memory it seems
My glasses were on my head the other day
I searched to see where they had strayed.

Went to the toilet, as is a must each hour,
Took my clothes off, and had a shower.
The wife bless her asked me what I was doing
I just laughed at myself, just kept smiling.

I saw it, I did, and it was in my hands just now.
I just can’t remember, why I was wearing a frown
Damn it I must look, where are my glasses again?
I need them to find the things, nothing is the same.

Blessings to you all out there in your homes
I would come to see you but fear to roam
I lose my way here, in my home each day
I would go and do something, maybe just pray

But that to me is just another thing gone wrong
I can’t remember where my religion is gone
Not to worry out there of my state of mind
I will try to find the things I have left behind

Where is my house? Can you help little ole me?
It is a one storey, or maybe it is three?
I live some place, but have lost my way
This age thing, is just another tragedy.