Old Age Memory
I can’t remember what you said
Cause it’s gone right out my head.
When I asked you if you want tea
Did you reply or say coffee?
I don’t know what I came for
When I opened this top drawer.
I’ll go back to where I was
To think of it once more.
I can’t go back to where I was
Cause I don’t know where I came from.
It’s somewhere in this house I guess,
But I know not where, I must confess.
I can’t see without my glasses
But I don’t know where they are.
I can’t look for my lost glasses,
Cause my eyes don’t focus far.
And so each room, around I’ll feel
Bumping as I go.
Until I find them on my head;
I’m a forgetful so and so.
And so it is we all get old
Though we thought it would never be.
And if today you are young and bold
Tomorrow you’ll be frail with a memory like me.
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