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FORGETTING

 

 

One of the pitfalls of growing older…as life heads into its December…is how the aging process plays havoc our ability to remember.

 

Things we remembered easily when we were younger…things which quickly in our minds were set…a name…a face…a date…have become all too easy to forget.

 

We walk a fine line of normality as we watch this all unfold…wondering…are if we losing our minds…or just getting old.

 

But there is an upside to forgetting…a silver lining if-you-will…for every now and then our forgetfulness…can excite…can inspire…can thrill.

 

I started reading a book the other day…a book I truly adore…but as I read I had this feeling…I’ve read this book before.

 

This feeling was persistent…it could not be ignored…as if reading this book had opened up a room where its memories were stored.

 

The funny thing is…as I entered this room…I found myself stumbling about…because even with the door open…memories did not come pouring out.

 

No, they trickled out gradually…unhurriedly finding their way

In the same manner the night slowly pulls back its blanket…uncovering the day.

 

As I read I began to remember it was like dipping my toes into the ocean at the shore…and with each step into the water…I’d remember more and more.

 

It’s made reading this book an adventure in itself…for the further and further I read…sometimes my memory played catch-up…sometimes it ran ahead.

 

It’s been twice as enjoyable reading  this book…and now that I’m nearing the end…

I realize I‘ve found so much new…while visiting this old friend.

 

Perhaps when it comes to unlocking a memory…no matter our age…this is the key…

We need to find the catalyst that will set our memories free…

 

With that in mind I’m on a mission…to finish this book..and then

to see how many old books I’ve forgotten…and read them all…again.

 

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ALL THE THINGS I HAVE FORGOTTEN

 

 

Sometimes I have to wonder if my Creator wasn’t a little misbegotten…when I see, as I’ve grown older, all the things I have forgotten.

 

My doctor says not to be concerned…not to worry, not to fret…that as I grow a little older it is normal to forget.

 

And so I want to ask my doctor if in any textbook that he’s read…is it normal for me to forget where my glasses are…when they’re perched upon my head?

 

I want to ask him if when he was in school if any question on any exam… pertained to me forgetting names…what day it is…or even how old I am?

 

Is it normal for me to forget how I got these bruises…or why my arm is so sore?  Is it normal to forget I read this book…or I’ve seen this movie once before?

 

Is it normal…or do I have a reason for a little gloom and doom…for me to suddenly forget why I’ve walked into a room?

 

I would really like to talk with my doctor about this…to take his medical books to task…but by the time I’m sitting in his waiting room…I’ve forgotten what questions I wanted to ask.

 

There is an upside to my forgetting, however, a different point of view…because the more that I forget…the more forgotten things seem brand new.

 

Every time I read a book, watch a movie or walk into a room…my heart rate begins to rise…because of all the things I have forgotten…everything is a surprise.

 

There is a downside for you the reader, however…since there's a possibility I won’t remember writing these words…won’t remember the how…or why…or when

There’s a good chance in the future…

you'll be seeing this poem again.

 

 

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A forgetting day

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All and nothing



It’s a forgetting day,

A day for yesterday’s memories,

To slide away,

Where warm breezy bright,

No longer lingers or remembers,

Any yester day or yester night.

 

It’s a forgetting day,

Under cloudy skies,

In lumbering quietness,

Perfectly lies,

An un-unforgettable day,

Leaden lined,

And numbling grey.