Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Confusing

For decades this house is my home,

Though now I live in it alone.

Sometimes about my house I'll roam,

Unrecognizing of my own.

My children are concerned, I know.

I feel it when they visit me.

I hear them whisper I should go

To somewhere where more safe I'll be.

I guess it's part of getting old.

One's faculties can slip away,

No matter how I try to hold

Onto the me of yesterday.

I'm losing touch with what I had.

Losing myself does make me sad.