Forget It
I don't know if I should go there,
If it's worth it to forget.
I've tried to keep all of my memories
That I haven't lost as yet.
But my ninety-year old sister says
When we talk of our childhood,
That I am a Pollyanna.
I am recalling only good.
It's the privilege of the young folks
To forget. There is no cost.
When an oldster such as I am,
Starts fogetting, she is lost.
Yes, I guess if there is something
That I would like to forget,
I already have forgotten,
For I don't remember it.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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