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Poor Memory

 Don't want to be a burden

On family or friend,

Have cared for those, advanced stage,

Right up until their end.


'Twas easier for me though,

Their young life, I knew not,

So did accept them as they were,

Didn't know, what they forgot.


Though when it does get closer,

Not even 'family'

Quite difficult it is t'accept

Whene'er the person's ME.


When I can recall years gone by,

As if 'twas yesterday,

Instruction giv'n, too soon, gone,

Know SOMETHING's gone awry.


So bare with me I'm pleading,

If  'not myself', I seem,

In mind, I may be going through files,

Right word or phrase to cream.


It may not come instantly,

As words did, years gone by,

There's so much more now crammed there,

So THAT's the reason why.




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