Remember Remember
I’m positive
I’m certain
In fact I’m really sure
That I really locked the door
Getting old I just abhor
I’m getting quite forgetful
Of that I’m really sure
Now the only thing
That’s on my mind is
Did I lock the bloody door!
I’m getting quite forgetful
And it is a crying shame
When I meet ‘Whatyamacallhim’
In the street
I can’t recall his blooming name
I’m getting quite forgetful
And I guess this will remain
So I call my hubby ‘Darling’
Much to his delight, (easing my plight)
In case I forget his name!
I’m positive
I’m certain
In fact I’m really sure
I keep repeating what I’ve said
Growing old I just abhor!
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2023
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