Posted in Canada, Humor, Prose

Rather Forgetful

Not just rather

but the want of a nicer word

fails me,


Others would have planned,

and purchased and prepared, but

I was thinking along the wrong lines,

I guess


Failing to correct my errors,

lacking the proper eraser, or perhaps

enough ink to blur the whole mess out


I’ll start over again, next year

just a bit earlier,

If I remember, that is….


It’s nice having an excuse

just in case…..



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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