Lost in the Mists

I think my mind is failing me,

My thoughts all go astray,
And I am worried that they might,
Someday, just slip away.
 
I know that it may be my fate
To lose what I now hold,
But I had hoped it would not come
Until I had grown old.

I know I may just be busy,
With too much on my mind,
But still I worry at each thought
That I cannot quite find.
 
Please help me, Lord, to just hold on
To what I still have left.
There’s so much I still need to do
And I’m feeling bereft.