My Forgetter’s getting better

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 the hell 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.

 

thanks Bev xxx

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