The whispering door
The whispering door,Creaks no more.
Did I forget to remember,
Or remember to forget.
This remembering is,
Filled with such regret.
I cooked Sunday dinner today,
Forgot that it was only Saturday.
Sunday is another forgotten day,
So for Sunday I'll order a takeaway.
Wednesday brings a memory test,
I'm a little worried I must confess.
No that's at the end of the month,
Wednesday my eye drop test.
My mind is in a turmoil,
Dare I take time off to sleep.
Wondering while I sip from my
Coffee cup, To many what ifs,
What if I forget to wake-up.
Mind you I haven't had a bad life,
Two children and a grandson.
With an ever loving wife,
To late to worry about what the
morning may bring, Goodnight.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-10-10 at 01:24
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