Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.

Senile Moments

I hate to mention it, but I’ve a dreadful memory…
I’m sorry, what did I just say to you? There you go, see.
Oh dear, what was it? Oh, that’s right, I’ve a dreadful memory,
I just keep on forgetting things — it’s faulty circuitry.

Sorry, what did I call it? Yes, that’s it — faulty circuitry,
It’s like someone just pulls a plug out without warning me.
Or they flick a light off, perhaps remove a battery,
And suddenly...oh dear, what was I saying just then...see.

I’m forever writing notes in the hope that they’ll help me,
But I forget to check them, forget where I left them, you see.
It’s really quite a problem, I just don’t know what to do,
It’s frustrating! Sorry, what was I just saying to you?

It’s not just my memory short circuiting, quite honestly,
No, I’m often getting my wires crossed, or feeling fuzzy.
Thus, things end up in places where they’re not supposed to be,
As if it isn’t bad enough having a poor memory.

That’s right, I’m absent minded, and absent memory too,
Yes, it’s often a case of — not again! Another fuse just blew.
I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on, as they say;
I wish I could just press rewind, and what I’d said replay.

Yes, it’s fortunate I’m not a surgeon (just quietly),
Or someone working at a call centre — for fun there’d be.
However...oh no, my minds gone blank again, just like that;
I think it’s probably best that I end this little chat.

I might add though: Things could be worse — I could forget who I am,
And answer to Paul, Roger, Trevor — no silly, not Pam.
Or I could forget I’ve forgotten, or something as bizarre,
Say goodbye instead of hello — boy, that would get me far.

Sorry, what was I just saying? Ahhhh!

By Lance Landall