Farewell to Ferocity

I do not feel as though,
I am made for this time.

Some parts
Still fit.
Others
Refuse
To recognise me.

I get lost in detail now,
I find myself frustrated
Easily,
When simple things
That what worked yesterday
Inexplicably,
No longer do today.

I understand.
It happens.
It is part of ageing.

That knowledge
Offers
Very little comfort.

It hurts
To bid farewell
To a mind
That once
Felt fierce.