I simply forgot, what a silly old clot,
It was here and then gone in a ****!

I can’t keep them in, midst the silencing din.
Up they go through the hole in my roof.

A gentle reminder, would seem so much kinder
But alas I forget that part too.

I call myself dumb and beat like a drum
The poor soul of me and of you.

Ideas, memories, like wind through the trees
Drift away on a whimpering sigh.

Though I try and I pray, each night and each day.
To recall those forgotten goodbyes.

Like life they’re soon gone, but one must carry on,
For what else is one to do?

But to temper our distemper, and try to remember
The how, what, where, when and who.