Crs
With aging comes a malady
Which worsens bit by bit.
At first it's just annoying
And can find you in a snit.
It isn't physical and won't
Affect your smarts or wit,
But rather it attacks your brain
And causes thoughts to flit.
You think of something you must do
But then you must admit
The plan you just had in your mind
Has somehow seemed to split.
If this description sounds to you
Like something that might fit,
You're suffering from CRS -
That's Can't Remember.....Spit!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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