the 40s something man said
'My God I kept on forgetting things'
the young daughter consoldes:
'Dad dont worry, at least you
still know you are forgetting things.
Paul my friend's uncle forgets things
and he does not even know he
is forgetting things. he just cannot
remember he forgets things'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Forgetting is nothing new Every day we forget a few. Everything's important, yes we know But then, something's got to go. So to make space We just (sort of misplace) Information that Doesn't fit. Now I wonder what It was that I wanted to say When I started this poem Was it just yesterday? s