Woe is me, the older I get
I must try to remember not to forget
I believe my mind is still in fair shape
Yet, so many things just seem to escape
My memory lapse is hard to ignore
I have need to remember those things from before
Without recollection, I’ll forever be seeking
Things from the past, historically speaking
If I could remember past trips to far places
My travel companions, and all of their faces
I’d gratefully stay in thought so reflective
Past, present and future would have more perspective
I sometimes wonder about things I recall
Is my vision of them not true at all
Likely they’re pictured in great extreme
Or perhaps fictioned from one of my dreams
I hope I’ll eventually see through this curtain
This curtain that’s keeps me so very uncertain
The one sure way to escape this dilemna
Is to never forget to always remember
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is great Stanley, it's a terrible thing when one starts forgetting things, or they are just on the end of your tongue and somehow just won't come to mind. Is it age, or is life getting so fast, that our brains can't keep up with the pace of it all. This is so true, and you have captured it just right here. Lovely write. Love Ernestine XXX