Anything Goes

My memory is going fast.

It is almost gone at last

I am not sure where i am

or where i wanted to go.

I forget how i can’t write.

I can’t even read tonight.

All i can do is to rhyme.

Even that is hard sometime.

I wonder what i ought to do.

to become as smart as you?

This poem is about me.

and it really should not not be.

I may be temporary.

Is that necessary.

Walt Abbott 5-28-12