My Memory Book Poem by Frederick Nellist

My memory book is not up to scratch
So many long forgotten pages
Is it old age or a disease you catch
I hope it's not contagious.
My memory book is one long chapter
Describing doubtful bells I've rung
Bygone days I cannot recapture
I long to sing the songs once sung.

A dog eared memory, liberties took
The company of ladies enjoyed
Stories of conquests in my book
No mention of the methods employed.
My book and I no longer converse
I've often tried but just dozed
What would I give just to rehearse
My precious memory book is closed.