A poem for us crusty bunkers....

Forgetter Be Forgotten
My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke*

For when I'm 'here' I'm wondering
If I really should be 'there'
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!

Oft times I walk into a room,
Say 'what am I here for?'
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.

At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!

When shopping I may see someone,
Say 'Hi' and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, 'who the*heck was that?

Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.

CAN YOU*RELATE???*
Please send this to everyone you know
because

I DON'T*REMEMBER
WHO*I SENTTHIS*TO!*


Da Worfster

I can relate.






What is it that I'm relating to? :frown5:

Thanks Worf. That was.... uh.... Uhm.....

What was I saying?

Oh, I know.

I once tore my house apart looking for a lighter that was in my hand.

I think I forgot how to read........I did, I did!!! What were we talkin about?

LOL...
Starting to relate but I have a better than average memory. When I get upset about my somewhat diminished memory my wife and kids just tells me to relax. They say I will just have to get used to having the memory of a normal person.....