I went upstairs with a pen in my hand

To look for a pen I thought was upstairs.

This move – I must admit – was not well planned,

‘Cause I keep all pens in my desk downstairs.

I stopped on the landing, looked at the pen,

The one, which I thought, should not have been there,

Sighed a deep sigh and said: ”Damn it old man,

What’s happening here is a sad affair”.

My wife said I had a memory lapse,

Standing upstairs like a sad cucumber

And I would admit to such handicaps,

But honestly, I just can’t remember…

© P. J. Oszmann 2003 Illustration in Photoshop.

p.s. I meant to post this verse last year, but I could not remember where I put it… or that I have actually written it…                   

(There is some compensation for getting old, but I can’t remember what they are, except, perhaps, not remembering or not acting my age…)