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 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.
Originally posted by MissOleumMy best friend, who lives 1400 miles away, sent me that one once. I may have thrown it away, but I can't remember now. Funny about memory. I can pick up something that a piano student gave me 30 years ago and recall who it was. Now, I can pick up a gift from last Christmas and say, "Who gave me this?"
amateur poetry, found on a seniors website - but it struck a chord with this old lady. 🙂
Originally posted by MissOleumSounds like the Bush administration! 😏
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 z ...[text shortened]... memberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.