Lacunae

It's on the tip of my tongue.It'll Come back to me in a minute. Now what was it I came upstairs for? I'd better go back down to jog my memory. There were no phone calls.Well, maybe the phone rang When I was out in the garden. You didn't tell me to put out the washing, I would've remembered that. That woman who was in a moment ago Is she new to the neighbourhood? She's been living in our street For the last fifteen years?It's a long street. There's no need to shout!It must Have slipped my mind. OK,my memory's not what it used to be. Old age catches up with us all. Your turn will come. Left to me,Doc,I wouldn't be here, She forced me to come, Says I'm lost in a maze of amnesia.