Forgetful

I was in the midst of doing something,
When I heard the phone in the room ringing,
So I stopped my work to answer the call,
And when I went back I couldn't recall,
Whatever it was I had been doing.


I had gone to the post office to send,
A mail that I had written to a friend,
But when I reached to take out the letter,
I realised it was left in my sweater,
Which I'd given to the tailor to mend.


So these are just two incidents needing
Attention like a garden needs weeding,
Because when we get more advanced in age,
It gets easier to forget the page,
Of the what-was-it that we were reading.


Forgetting things often can be so sad,
And with ourselves we really get mad.