I start a conversation, and it ceases half way through
I seem to lose my way, and forget what I should do
The words will just stop flowing, and I can't remember why
I started in the first place, so I just sit down and cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two things happen when you get old, Phil. First, you lose your memory... and I can't remember what the other one is.