Does anybody have a plug,
To fill this gaping hole?
I’m sure there is one in my head,
Because my memory is dead.

Walk in the kitchen to do a chore,
Wonder what the heck I went there for,
Need to write some words to post,
Cant remember the ones I like the most.

Lost the keys, shampoo has disappeared,
Cant find my way, out in the street.
Maybe I need a brain transplant,
Or maybe, they’re in my feet.

The dog is looking hungry,
I am getting fat,
Doggy biscuits are all gone,
Heavens! I wouldn’t do that.

My glasses there on top of head,
I squint at everything I read,
Odd socks adorn these feet, so cold,
Don’t say it! I’m not getting old!

Perhaps there is an antidote,
You see, it’s getting on my goat,
Pushing buttons prematurely,
Lost my plastic card, they’ll charge me dearly.

I have become a family joke,
Nobody trusts me to recall.
Birthdays, anniversaries,
I get reminder call.

Can anybody help me?
I don’t know what to do.
If I remember to post this,
Will you tell, if it happens to you?

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