Keep notes, he said. Keep notes. Easy for him to
Say.
Each time I check, the words are all over
The place.
God is this what it's like to decay!
Wow! My head is clear again. How did that happen!
When I reflect on the hollow memories
Of yesteryear
With those unfinished days with missing hours
Where did they go, it's not so clear.
I checked my notes, yes the hours are listed but
I don't remember,
I can't recall some weeks
and days
But then suddenly
I can see everything,
With vibrant bright colours,
everything's clear, no longer a
haze.
I'm beginning to worry that perhaps it
really is true
The doctors were saying
That my little fall has affected my brain
I know, I'll just keep my focus
On the days that just passed,
Yes, that should work,
focus focus focus.
Now, what was I just thinking then, something about food or
TV, no couldn't be,
damn it where's my
notes,
I need my notes,
Jesus I can't remember my name.
My notes. What the hell. All my words look the same.
I need to lie down, I need to rest. Yea that's it. I'll have a
Snooze and
build up my strength.
When I wake up later, I'll be totally refreshed
And then I''ll discover where all my hours went.
Yes,
I'll start
again
tomorrow...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem