I Forget All The Rest

I Forget All The Rest

I’m acquainted with a great many others;
some, of whom, I call my friend;
many, I treat, like my sisters and brothers;
with others, I merely pretend.

I remember the names; of a select few;
as my memory keeps fading away;
most names, are out of thought’s view;
remembering less; every day.

My memory has become most selective;
new names have not a chance;
embarrassment makes me protective;
depending upon circumstance.

It’s not only people; that I tend to forget;
it’s also names of places and things;
my dwindling memory I sincerely regret;
and the discomfort to others, it brings.

I’m terrified to call people by their name;
fearful that I’ll make a mistake;
forgetfulness often causes me shame;
and, to others; bring heartbreak.

Often, though I know where I’m going;
I can’t remember it’s name;
the more my forgetfulness keeps growing;
dementia gets the blame.

I don’t forget; I’m mysterious and exciting;
I found that writing poetry is my quest;
I remember the words in the poem I’m writing;
and then, I forget all the rest;

Monty 9.21.25. # 2,979