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.