Forgetful
I think I’m getting old early.
I forgot my house number as well as the one for my phone.
I forgot my hair was curly.
I can no longer be left alone.
I forgot to turn off the burner
after I turned it on to cook something I forget.
I guess I’m becoming a slow learner.
I forgot to turn off the water; now the kitchen’s soaking wet.
I forgot my car keys somewhere.
There’s no public transit in this town.
So I’m stranded and no one seems to care.
I’m starting to feel really down.
I don’t want to be called out on
my forgetfulness as though it’s a sin.
This is not a con.
It’s real pain I’m in.
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