Reread

I’m reading a book that I’ve read once before, But it’s not for the reason you’re thinking. It’s not that I loved it, but rather because As I’m aging, my memory’s shrinking. The author is someone whose writing I like, Yet the title I didn’t recall. It was published a number of years ago, still It did not sound familiar at all. So I brought the book home and I started to read And I felt something tug at my brain; For the characters’ problems allowed me to see I was walking familiar terrain. From the nooks and the crannies where info is stored, I retrieved little bits that adhered; But enough of the story’s retained its suspense, For the bulk of it has disappeared. I’ve decided that I will keep reading this book And in case this may find you perplexed, Though I’ve read it before – I’m quite sure of it now – I have no idea what happens next!