|Grandson during swimming class.|
Once there ^%#@!*????! I forget it.
Other times my keys are lost,
or find my glasses on my head,
or go to celebrate, forget the gift,
or that I ate before I left.
Can't recall that lady who said hello.
Vaguely I remember. But no,
she's not, or is she the one,
the one who married what'shisface?
Some nights when sleep evades
my mind stays busy watching
as poetic ideas glide in potential
"Let's pretend entire world is kind..."
"The rainbow melted beneath her ..."
"In the center of his mind, there is a secret,
like a diamond that shimmers with shame..."
Then when the sun rises, though I welcome its light,
makes me mad that somehow in spite of all my might,
all the mental notes I'd made, took flight.
It's kinda funny, some things best unremembered,
but it's also scary, sad,
'cause forgetting can be symptom
of something very bad.
I hope playing sudoku
is exercise enough
to strengthen mental muscle
and return it to its prime.
But now I've lost track of time,
and my book I can't find.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets)