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 in the world 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???