Some will relate.:-)

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, !

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.

Nelta