Move into another room, and
forget what you went for..
as your mind only focuses on
what is Now in your view...

Lady Vivian

What?
who?, when?, where?, how?
truly a kool write Ron
Enjoyed much
Peace be with you

William

I get and I like it confusion is the key? Great expectations awaits tomorrow. Peace!!!

Really cute, though barely understood... Or is it just me at age seventy-nine that takes a postit into the bathroom with me to remind me why I'd gone into the bathroom.
Mark

Perfect rhyming. Hard to understand!

Giggle...Sure was fun to read...

Anna

I don't get it, I just don't get it, you are too weird for words, did I say I don't get it...:-) e

I think I do; but I'm not really sure.

well at least you provoked some thought because as I read it, I was re=reading to try to figure out what the h??? YOU WERE TRYING TO SAY, UNTIL I got to the end. Good for you Ron,

lol, well it certainly confounded me. Ingenious. Well-done. Made me smile today. You're quite the poet.

A very done well nonsense poem Ron. Skillfully executed nonsensical poetry can be a real challenge to do well. This was definitely done well and cleverly. Forgetfullness is a plague upon us all in bad ways and in good. Bob

Fascinating misuse of words, Ron. And probably more difficult to do than correct text. Must have been a doozy of an illness.

Many days I stay confused, and it worsens the older I get. I figure most people my age (I will be 70 Decemberr 1) could probably say the same thing. Sometimes my forgetfulness is funny, so I have learned to laugh at myself. Recently, my wife was in the bathroom, standing at the lavatory, putting on her face for the day. I walked in, with my left arm behind, laughing. She said, "What have you done now, David?" I brough my arm around for her to see. I had two watches on my left wrist. That's just a sample of my daily absentmindedness. No need for me to continue. You get the point. Loved your play with words here. You're quite good at it. The sad part is: I understand most of it. But that certainly doesn't make me a better man than you. Quite the contrary, Ron.

David

Holy shit balls! Whatever you've gotten
it sure is rotten
Let's hope your lose it
and not confuse it
with inspiration...
it's an abomination.

And I cannot pretend to understand, because I don't want to be a better man, or any kind of a man. So I will keep the secret that I completely relate.
L

I am not a better man than you are, Ron; however, some of this I "get." Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

Yes. Agreed. And...musical rhythm never had such a good finger snappin' time as with this piece.

It sure is a sight of your scene.....but you are still you. I love your mind!

Love ya!

Jane

Not bad at all Ron, maybe you should pray that you will come down with this illness more often? If it is contagious I should come over and catch it because I am running on emty….

Cool rhymes and wordplay Ron, nice nonsense.

It is we who understand each other well. Well written . We all go through these situations quite often,you are still lucky

RON ... SURE GOT ME !

I M NOT ONLY CORN...FUSED N CON...FOUNDED BUT ALSO BEGOTTEN !

Whatever the the hell it is you're trying to say here, Ron, I must agree with you half-heartedly and all the way; I guess. ;-)

Hah! Why the hell not, Ron, why the hell not? You have described my life for the past couple of years in regards to not remembering what the hell I was doing ten minutes ago or what I was thinking. Yes, some people think poetry should confound, but you see, I understand this bit of whimsical outpouring of yours, but I'm not a better man, I'm just there with you.