My Rememberer

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!

Often 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 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. P.S. Send this to everyone you know . . . because I don't remember who sent it to me!