I Forgot What I Forgot
I Forgot what I Forgot.
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Wandering aimlessly around my house,
I search fervently for what I forgot,
I feel driven, almost panicked,
if only I could remember for what.
It seemed so important, so necessary a moment ago,
I can’t relent until I find,
whatever the hell I’m looking for
emblazoned in my mind.
I wish I could see properly it’s all a blur,
where did I put my glasses,
Goddamn it, that’s it, my purpose found,
as time and memory passes.
But how can I find those elusive specs,
without the vision to see,
the second pair no use at all,
with both pairs lost at sea.
Finally, I give up the quest,
and flop down in my seat,
I’ll forget it now and read my mag,
they’ll turn up, wait and see.
I pull the glasses from my head,
rest them neatly on my nose,
and two lines in it strikes me,
I must be comatose.
In age I find it difficult,
remembering this and that,
when mind plays tricks and memory fades,
I hardly get to bat.
A spectator to my folly I,
embarrassed, lost the plot,
with focus I shall overcome,
but I forgot what I forgot.