Forgetful!
I regret, I forget!
Am fretting and getting
Frustrated!
Am fretting and getting
Frustrated!
Feel so isolated
For not remembering!
For not remembering!
Am trembling
That I can’t recall
Not much at all!
It’s on the tip of my tongue
Which ain’t much fun.
Words have runaway
Not sure what way!
It becomes unbearable
If it’s not memorable.
But on reflection
That lack of recollection
Need an injection,
Not disconnection
With many things
That forgetting brings!
I feel quite rotten
As now I’ve forgotten
Your name; It's a pain
And sounds insane, but
I'm not to blame
That my brain
Is not what it was
And it's all because
I'm older and colder,
My life's in a folder!
As a reminder
(All neat in pretty binders)
Just
so sorry
That
I appear off my trolley!
Just
so scatterbrained
And
cannot sustain
Or
maintain
My
memory!
And
no one’s explained
That
it can’t be retained!
Copyright
Linda Lawrence
3rd
June 2014
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