I was going – momentarily – to do an errand somewhere.
The problem that’s perplexing me and causing me to frown
Is I can’t remember – definitely – if I was going up or down.
I’ll never forget old “what’s his name”
And I’ll always remember his wife.
He played a cutthroat pinochle game—
Couldn’t beat him to save my life.
He won with such jubilant, unbridled glee
That everyone said he was shameless.
He’s clear as a bell in my memory,
But temporarily nameless.
My system of keeping track of things
Can cause dispositions to sour
But I can come up with just what I need
If you’ll give me a half an hour.
Most of the things I put away,
From the jokers to the aces,
Can be found in the allotted time
In one of three or four places.
I can’t say I’m sharp as a tack
But I have a pretty good brain.
I’ll admit that I’m taken aback
When a few senior moments reign.
So, if in our conversation,
You notice I’m looking askance,
While seeking a word revelation,
I apologize in advance.