There's only one
Thing that I lack.
My mind ain't sharper
Than a tack.
My memory just
Has gone kaput.
It keeps on filling
Up with soot.
I lost some details
'long the way
And can't tell March
From early May.
Alas, I'll have to
Now admit
I am no longer
Tough and fit.
However, there's
No need to cry
My sad thoughts
Also went "by-by."
Life's cool.
(c) 2006 Henry L. Lefevre
Feel free to copy this poem as long as you give me credit.
HL
Thanks for the giggle. :)
saying the other. . .what was I talking about? Where am
I? Who. . .oh, well. Lotsa stuff's best unremembered. I
should edit the sentence. Will if I, er, remem--. . . . .;)
Bobbi
Regis
Eileen^