Tuesday, September 10, 2013

My Rememberer Is Broke

My Rememberer

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!
Often 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 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.


  1. Replies
    1. Thanks, Damon! I thought it was appropriate, considering my advanced age!

  2. hahahaha welcome to the club... i love you anyway! wait a minute who is this?

    1. Huh? Wha-wha? Club? Are you referring to the very prestigious old-fogeys club? Where I am the honorary chairwoman...
      oh, wait...what was I saying? what are we talking about? heh?
      oh never mind....


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