A Repeatedly Forgotten, Something

…. as the penultimate line here fears to say,
I’ll try to remember, but for now ‘good-day’.

I have a problem that makes me quite ill,
it’s plagued me for years, continuing still.
As much as I try, you just won’t see,
I don’t dare cry, with loneliness my fee.
My memory collapses after only ten lines,
a bugger for friends, and unpaid parking fines.
I’ve tried not to speak, not to use up my quota,
but it makes me feel weak, less human, more motor.
As the penultimate line here fears to say,
I’ll try to remember, but for now ‘good-day’.

I have a problem that makes me quite ill,
it’s plagued me for years, continuing still….
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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