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
Generally, is me!



When shopping I may see someone,
Say "Hi" and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, "who 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.



CAN YOU RELATE ? ? ? 


Please send this on to whoever -- even if it's someone I already sent it to, because . . .
I DON'T REMEMBER WHO I SENT THIS TO !