It is loud.
I am not proud.
Forgot to turn off the alarm.
Tag: Forgetfulness
What Was It?
I had a title for this work.
It was short and clever.
The poem flowed from it.
Will I remember it? Ever?
It had to with my dogs.
Or a reflection on life.
Maybe my house.
Possibly the wife.
Someday, I’ll remember it.
I’m sure it will come back.
I’m pretty sure it’s brilliant.
I’ll be back on track.
