Remembering

Old age sometimes leads to forgetting of words not recognising things, or using the wrong words. This is a poem which came from thinking about this.

Each verse is in traditional cinquain form, where there are 5 lines and the number of syllables in each line is 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 respectively. Using a structure like that seems to help me keep the writing more concentrated - sort of like a Haiku does.

The words
Don't come to mind
As quickly as before
Other words come, but I wish for
Silence

The things
That used to be
Familiar, now are strange
My home has now become a house
Unknown

The soul
Is woven from
Our words and memories
And when these disappear, will I
Vanish?

But if
I write these down
And make them dance and rhyme
And sing, will my soul live on for
Ever?