You forget the name of a character in a Trollope novel
but that’s understandable.
You forget the name of the company that provides your electricity
and that’s disturbing.
You forget the name of a street that’s familiar to you
and you can’t forgive yourself.
You can’t remember where you put the good hammer
but you remember a week later.
You can’t remember the name of the store where you bought paint
but that solution arrives five minutes later.
You forget the name of a niece and it takes two days
before her name appears as certain as your own.
You can’t find your car keys yet they turn up an hour later
in the coat you first checked an hour ago.
You aren’t sure where you left your cell phone
but it turns up the house where you thought you left it.
You clearly recall many childhood incidents
better than the previous week of your life.
You better understand why toddlers are confused.
You still feel quite sane when you sit down to read the News.