The Stairs
Am I so old I cannot remember?
It was on the stairs, sometime in December.
My memory was in such a state,
that I found myself in deep debate
whilst climbing the stairs to fetch something down,
then couldn’t remember. I felt such a clown!
I descended because I forgot,
only I blurt out ‘Oh I remember what
the thing was which I tried to retrieve,’
of course, by then you just wouldn’t believe
(at the top of the stairs, which does make me peeve)
I’d forgotten again - it’s an endless task,
as myself on the stairs, I continue to ask.
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