Friday, January 28, 2011

My rememberer is broke

I got this poem in an email this morning, and it screams my current life story. Is there anyone else out there in blogland with me?


Forgetter Be Forgotten?

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.

3 comments:

RuthB said...

:)

For the record, I love all your recent stitching..... even if you can't remember who it's for :)

Karen said...

that is so me Beth. LOL

Crystal said...

I'm with you on the poem Beth, I'm blaming being pregnant but I really think its me.