Now why did I come up here?
No reason why or what?
I climbed up all those winding stairs
And now I’ve just forgot

It gets like this as one gets older
It’s dementia says my wife
And she’s usually right most of the time
She says I’ve had it all my life

The Village Clubs hold quiz nights
I tell my team, I know an awful lot
The trouble is, the years go by
And so most of it’s forgot

In spite of what my wife says
My memory has not always been that bad
There are certain dates we must remember
Anniversaries and good times we have had

My memory is now in training
Remembering my past sins
Technology is helping on this route
Remembering my Passwords and my Pins.

© Norman Dengate