My forgetters 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'm trying 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's that?''
Yes my forgetters getting better
While my rememberer is broke.
And it is driving me plumb crazy
And thay isn't any joke!
PS I don't remember who I meant to send this to.
Richard Cornish
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