FORGETTER BE FORGOTTEN

My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke.
To you that my seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke.

For when I'm 'here' I'm wondering
If I really should be 'there?
And when I try to think it through
I haven't got a prayer1

Off times I walk into a room,
Say 'what am I here for?'
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero is my score.

At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but gee1
The person it is safest from
Is generally me!

When shopping I may see someone
Say 'Hi' and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, 'Who the hell was that?'

Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.

Harriette
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