I forget sometimes.
Where I’ve put what,
Why I’m here in this room.
I go back out to where I began,
Remember.
Then I resume
To get on with what’s what,
Make a list of whatnot,
Take it with me so I won’t forget
To buy what is needed
For life to go on,
Still something will be missing, you bet.
I’ll try to recall
Why something is irking,
Just what I’ve forgotten to do,
Then thoughts will return,
I’ll be back in this room
And remember all about you.
Some things I forget,
The ordinary of life,
Minutiae, out of my mind.
Sublimate others, try to forget,
Resolve not to list,
Some peace so to find.
Ageing, my dear,
Is that what this is,
A memory all too long past?
Or does time play tricks on
What felt so real
But never was destined to last?
A scary confusion,
Life battered,
Illusion,
Dimly lit
Portraits of prior,
Acknowledged
In memories,
Never forgotten,
Resurface unbidden,
Conspire
To addle the brain
Live history again,
Rejuggle the words,
Recognise the absurd,
Fantasies gleaned from before.
Yesterday’s days
Should remain just a haze,
A myth, merely folklore.
Forgetting’s an art
Not an accident, no,
A deliberate longing for peace.
To recall unwittingly
Is torment for sure,
Destined to know no surcease.
So lists all in hand,
We jot what we need
To enjoy the now, day to day.
Rip up the old,
Discard what is gone,
Smile and go on, come what may.
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