FADING MEMORY (LOST PAPER AND PEN)

I must write it down before I forget 
Will certainly be important I'm willing to bet  
Now where is that pen and that notepad too
Must be getting old for I haven't a clue 

No shame in getting old it happens to us all
A fact of life known since I was small  
Don't distract me I'm trying to remember  
I know that you are visiting me is it in September?  

So my memory is fading I'm sorry to say 
Not surprising as I turned eighty five yesterday 
If only I had my youth with me once again 
I would remember where I put that paper and pen