Man’s Best Friend Helping Him

with His Memory Loss by Ron AI

Memory Moral Day

It is with great regret,

That I think of, and yet,

That I’ve lost all my,

Marbles to forget.

But there’s this wonderful guy,

They call him simply, AI,

Who finds what I can’t remember,

In a cloud lightning sky.

From the top of my noodle,

All I have to do is Google,

And my memory returns,

Like a 100 meter boondoggle.

The good part of forget,

There’s no moral regret.

My morality is wiped clean,

Beginning again with a gleam.

With no moral worry,

I’m not eager to hurry,

And blame others,

For how they are blurry.

In fact, I find truth,

In rebirth of youth,

Returning to my childhood,

Innocence, not uncouth.

Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull

5/21/25

You can read and print this poem at my website here.