A Case Of The Stupids Poem by James P. Roberts

That's what my mother would say
whenever she forgot something.
It would nag at her the rest of the day,
like a cat batting at a piece of string.

"Age does that to people, " she gloomily intoned,
fingering the deck of playing cards.
"You forget the numbers on the telephone,
don't take out the trash... it's hard

to keep track these days of all the stuff
we have to do just to stay alive.
Sometimes, I think, it's trouble enough
to remember: dinner is at five! "

Mother has long gone to her final rest,
leaving a lasting legacy in her stead.
For me, every day now is a brittle test
to keep the stupids out of my head!