My Forgetter

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, I 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 generally is me! When shopping I may see someone, aay "Hi" and have a chat, Then, when the person walks away I ask myself, "who the heck 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.