Storage compartments

Young at heart
in mind
in a shell of an old person
stuck with legs that won’t budge—
nimble once
arms that are weak
that had the strength of a lion once
young mind
compartmented
into sections
holding bays
for those memories
that happened so long ago
oh—
if only
to relive them
down aisles and aisles
forgotten ones
stored in the back
valid once,
not any more
I hear me speak
no one listens
I hear me talk
there’s no one there
who says I have nothing
to say—
stay
for a while
at least,
please—
you’ll see