Forgetter Be Forgotten?
My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke
For when I'm 'here' I'm wondering
If I really should be 'there'
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say 'what am I here for?'
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say 'Hi' and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, 'who the devil was that?
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
LIVE, LOVE & LAUGH A LOT
5 comments:
My husband has been like that his entire life. *sigh*
I love that picture of Woody....
Have you been peekin in the window last week when I couldn't find my c-phone for over 6 hours.
My forgetter ain't gettin better. I think its on vacation.
Miss Em
You know that I love a poem. This is an excellent one my friend. And one with a message that hits a little to close to home.
That could have been written just for me...This 40 something isn't all it's crack up to be....lol.
Hope you have a great day!
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