My forgetter’s getting betterBut my rememberer is broke.To you that may seem funny but,To me, that is no joke.
For when I’m “here” I’m wonderingIf 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 vainA zero, is my score.
At times I put something awayWhere it is safe, but, Gee!The person it is safest fromIs, 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 forgetter’s getting betterWhile my rememberer is broke,And it’s driving me plumb crazyAnd that isn’t any joke.
Ralph Dunagin and Dana Summers
April 03, 2015