Short-Term Memory

I walked in here for something, I swear.

Now, wait. Just give me a moment.

I was sitting in there when

A thought pierced the air

Like the stealth clamor from an informant.

 

It seems like a plot from

A gaslight adventure,

Some frivolous misguided scam,

That I should make haste

And my time be a waste when

I’m not even sure where I am.

 

It plagues me no end

That my mind is no friend

When the details elude and evade.

And I wonder how long

I can keep going wrong

Til the piper at last must be paid.

 

This short-term failure, it comes and it goes,

Fading in, fading out, fade away.

So, I think A to Z

Til it comes back to me

And I can get on with my day.