I thought that I was ‘different’,
Surely, nobody would understand;
I was afraid to mention being FORGETFUL,
At least…that had been my plan!
One day, I began to notice,
That some friends…just about my age;
Why, they were getting really FORGETFUL,
It wasn’t in style…not even the latest craze!
A memory like a computer,
Yes, fine-tuned…that was me;
Ask me anything at all…anything,
I’d have an answer – quick as could be!
Well, that’s all over…done away with,
For ‘right now’…I don’t recall;
Just ‘why’ I went into a room,
I couldn’t tell you…not at all!
But, on the other hand…amazingly,
Years ago…comes into my view;
Now, I can recall almost anything,
That happened years and year ago…'tis true!
People that I’d not thought of,
For…oh, so many years;
Now, their faces pop into my memory,
Even their names…bring many tears!
What a strange paradox…this thing is,
Facts have been reversed…in my mind;
Today…a blur – and yesterday,
Clear as a bell…I find!
It’s called ‘short term memory’,
That’s what has left me flat;
What a strange feeling…these days,
Now, what do you think of that?
Until you reach my age…don’t laugh,
Because, happen to you…it will;
Nothing to fear…though…really,
FORGETFUL…can be quite a thrill!
This is the time to write about your past,
For, suddenly it becomes very clear;
Autobiographies…it’s time to write them,
Being FORGETFUL…except for by-gone years!
January 7, 2006
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