Today’s poem

ANOTHER MEMORY FAIL

My memory is not as it

once was, I forget the silliest things. But the microwave is

my friend — When things are done

it pings.

I forget the toast is under

the grill, It happens on most days. Protests from the

smoke detector Declare the error of

my ways.

I forget that I’ve made a

cup of tea Until it’s gone stone cold. I go outside to wash the car Then remember that it’s

been sold.

When I do the

weekly shopping I always forget to write

a list, Then on my return

I remember An appointment I

have missed.

I’m settled down to tackle

the crossword In the Daily Mail, Only to find that I’d done

it earlier — Yet another memory fail.

I phoned a friend to

ask him What time we were due

to meet. He told me that was

last weekend, And his name isn’t Pete.

My daughter phoned to

tell me She’d pick me up at five. I couldn’t remember

what for As she pulled into the drive.

She said: ‘Why haven’t you

got ready? ‘They’re all waiting at

the pub. ‘We’ve been there most of

the afternoon ‘Preparing all the grub.’

She could see that I was somewhat confused And not sure what to say. ‘It’s your birthday party, Dad,’ she said. ‘You’re 95 today.’ Norman J. Myson, Burnham-on-Crouch, Essex.