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Forgetting
by Joan SerratelliI forget
just about
everything
Important,
trivial,
inconsequential
I forget
just about
everything
I forget
to make calls
I forget
to eat
I forget
what I've worn
yesterday
I always
think
that if
I write
things down
I'll remember
to do
the things
that I must
But I even forget
to write
notes
to myself
When I lay fown
for the night
I find myself
going over
the things
I forgot
A vicious cycle
I know
but I forget
what to do! 03/27/2009 Author's Note: I don't know whether i's "middle age", or the meds I'm on, but it's getting to be a real problem (I THINK)
Posted on 03/27/2009
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/27/09 at 04:19 PM ...dearest joan, a day in my life, lady...a day in my life...good pointed work. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/27/09 at 04:26 PM you didn't forget to write this down. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/27/09 at 06:27 PM We all forget Joan...welcome to a club that is growing by the minute |
| Posted by Fredrich Mohre on 03/28/09 at 01:57 AM Joan whats the deal???/everyone today is writting about cold weather, body aches and that dreaded
"Oh my wife and I have battled, on the premise that I'm adheled. on this I can explain....i was really swift and nifty until I reached near sixty....then Jesus stole my brain....your not there yet kidddo...i pray it's a long way off Fred |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/29/09 at 07:06 PM I find much I wish I could forget...but that's ok, the world, as a whole tends to forget. I forget that I remember, and dream that I forget. Blessing or curse? Thanks. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 03/30/09 at 12:10 AM Hey Joan, it happens to everyone. I knew a lady one time, I'll call Aunt Mary, that would tied a hanky with a note in it on the steering wheel of her car so she wouldn't forget stuff. Then when I'd ask her what's with the hanky Aunt Mary she'd say I don't know I forgot. Sometimes I forget whether I'm going upstairs or coming down. Maybe we just have too much on our minds. Smile thru it. We'll forget it ever happened. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/02/09 at 12:12 PM I forget what i was about to say in response to this poem, Joan...but i know i thought it superb and the ailment universal |
| Posted by Razel Davies on 04/13/09 at 03:29 PM At least you can watch re-runs. |
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