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;
It’s driving me plumb crazy
And that isn’t any joke.

Please send this to everyone you know,
because I DON’T REMEMBER WHO I SENT THIS TO!