Do you find,
That your mind,
Doesn't hold,
Information told.
What's to do,
Makes one blue,
Mind's depleting,
Please keep repeating.
Can't slot things in,
To 'My Computer Bin',
In the memory section,
Can't make a connection.
Need robotic brain,
Should I retrain? ,
Before it's too late.
Say that again, Mate?
© Ernestine Northover
I agree with so much of what Tai has said, i hope that you and your closest are blessed love Duncan X
This sounds like temporary brain conserving going on Ernestine, to save you when under great strain. It shuts out everything that is not essential for a while, so we can concentrate on the important things to hand. This is a brilliant poem, it really demonstrates the powers we can draw on in times of need. My thoughts are with you, Smiling at you Tai
Well, I would commit this to memory, but, let me see, now what was I supposed to be doing, oh yeah, reading this poem, I like it I think I'll commit it to memory.
Know the feeling, Ernestine, need a boost of a few million brain cells meself. Liked this one. Love, Fran xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so true Ernestine, I often think that I need a RAM upgrade or at least need to delet all of the temporary files stored in my head now and again. Great poem. Love, Andrew xx