Memory Lapse Poem by Stanley Cooper

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