Memory Loss

I remember where I was fifty years ago,

But where was I yesterday? I just don't know.

My memory's going, - it happens with old age,

And it sends both my children into a rage.

They don't understand that I can't remember

Whether it's July, August or September.

The day of the week? - Well that's just a blur,

If they tell me it's Friday then I'll just concur.

Now, where was I going? Was I going to the shop?

Am I waiting in line at the right bus stop?

Here comes the bus, it's the number seven,

But should I be catching the number eleven?

I tend to repeat what I've said, so they say,

And repeat it again several times the same day.

Forgive me repeating what I've just said -

There are so many things going round in my head.

Now, where do I live? Is it this house or that?

And who's that old man at the gate in that hat?

My husband's much younger and really quite slim.

I'm sure that old man, - well, it just can't be him.

"Hello, dear", he says, "Have you had a nice day?"

Well, perhaps he's my husband, so maybe I'll stay.

I'm an OAP suffering from memory loss,

But quite honestly? - Well, I don't care a toss!!