Forgetful Poem by Martin Moore

Forgetful
In my mind I think I'm twenty still
With years to go and time a plenty
Truth is, I'm travelling fast downhill
My hour- glass two thirds empty
I'm quite forgetful nowadays
I can't remember anything
Especially words like marmalade
I'm going mad, I'm quite convinced
I catch me talking to myself
While lost in idle chatter
Or feel completely overwhelmed
By different subject matter
It's difficult to climb the stairs
When I am feeling tired
It's a pity that the beds up there
Now that I'm retired
I'll move it to the sitting room
And save myself some work
That might help to lift the gloom
And stop me going berserk
I'm quite forgetful nowadays
I think I need a rest
I go upstairs for mayonnaise
And downstairs to get dressed
I walk into the garage
And forgotten why I've gone
Expecting that some sweet mirage
Will be my salvation
I recall in days of yore
I used to love to dance
Now all I seem to do is snore
And battle flatulence
I get confused with people's names
Preferring not to meet them
Henry James or William James
However shall I greet them?
I get forgetful don't you see
And tired most of the time
It's time to accept reality
I'm well beyond my prime
I get forgetful, oscitant
Did I say that already?
Forgetful and inconsequent
And now I've got a headache.