The Art of Forgetting

Prompt: The Art of Forgetting


Now, where did I put that sponge?
I know that I just had it.
But, losing it and other things
Seems to be a habit.

Forgetfulness runs rampant
At my house 'most every day.
It seems that the foulest gremlins
Stash mundane things away.

When baking up a pound cake
I reached to add some flavor,
I added in some marinade.
It was a cake you'd not savor!

Salt shaker's in the bathroom;
Dog bowl's under the sink;
My dust pan simply can't be found.
I've looked everywhere, I think.

I would write myself a note
If I could only find
Where I laid my pen and notepad.
I think I've lost my mind!

If forgetting were an art
Then, famous I would be!
But, I'd probably not remember
That claim to fame for me.

It really is amazing,
I talk of days gone by
And recite useless trivia
In the blink of an eye.

But sometimes names of people
I truly can't recall,
Nor remember where I parked my car
On visits to the mall.

Of the many things I've lost
I miss my mind the most.
I know that seems to be cliché,
But of this I can boast.

I think that it is catching,
Or, at least, it seems that's so.
My friends have similar complaints
Of things that come and go.

Each day is an adventure
A new game of hide and seek.
Perhaps this art will soon catch on;
Might even become chic!

Some things are best forgotten;
I heard that has been said.
This art that's called forgetting
Gives me great cause to dread.


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