My forgetter's getting better

But my rememberer is broke

to you that may seem funny

but to me, it's no joke

 

For when I'm "here" I'm wondering

If I really should be "there"

And, when I try to think it through,

I haven't got a prayer!

 

Often times I walk into a room,

Say "what am I here for?"

I wrack my brain, but all in vain

A zero, is my score.

 

At times I put something away

Where it's safe, but, Gee!

The person it's safest from

Is generally me!

 

When shopping I may see someone,

Say "Hi" and have a chat,

Then, when the person walks away

I ask myself, "who's that?"

 

Yes, my forgetter's getting better

While my rememberer is broke,

And it's driving me plumb crazy

And that isn't any joke.

                       

 

                        ~Author Unknown