Where’d I put my keys?
What’ve I done with my phone?
Why am I stood here in the kitchen,
in the dark, alone?
Why am I surprised?
It happens all the time.
These are just a couple of
lost moments in my mind.

Am I getting old?
Is it ‘cos I’m getting on?
Are these the mem’ries that my dotage
will be based upon?
Where’d I put the scissors?
They were here… Sometime.
Maybe they are hiding with
lost moments in my mind.

Where’s the TV remote?
I had it here just now.
This constant try’n to remember gives
me wrinkles on my brow.
I’m proud of my wrinkles though
They tell stories of my time.
So many fantastic mem’ries in those
lost moments in my mind.

I used to get frustrated
when I wasted time
but all the people close to me
are also in my mind.
So does it really matter?
My life has been just fine.
Dim mem’ries are in good company with
lost moments in my mind.

01/10/2013