I talk a lot to myself these days
Muttering things I might not want to forget
But forgetting anyway
Memories are easy to recall
But not so the everday things
Later in life it happens I guess
It's how we regress
And we cope because we have to
I think a lot these days
And not all good things
That's life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem