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!

Oft times I walk into a room, 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 Is, generally, me!

When shopping I may see someone, Say "Hi" and have a chat, Then, when the person walks away I ask myself, "who's that?"

Yes, my forgetter's getting better While my rememberer is broke, And it's driving me plumb crazy And that isn't any joke. ~author unknown~