Brain fog anyone??

Discussion in 'Fibromyalgia Main Forum' started by enivalorac, Dec 19, 2002.

  1. enivalorac

    enivalorac New Member

    I dont mean to make light of the brain fog anyone with this DD gets from time to time, but this poem made me smile and I had to share it with you...

    Brain fog or just a sign of age?

    My forgetterers getting better
    While my Rememberer is broke
    To you that may seem funny
    But to me it is no joke

    For when I’m 'here' I’m wondering
    If I really should be 'there'
    And when I try to think it through
    I haven’t got a prayer

    Sometimes when I walk in to a room
    And say “What am I here for”
    I wrack my brains, but all in vain
    A zero is my score

    At times I put something away
    Where it is safe, but, gee
    The person it is safest from
    Generally is me!

    When shopping I may see someone
    Say “HI” and have a chat
    Then when that person walks away
    I think “who the heck was that?”

    Yes my forgetterers much better
    While my rememberers is still broke
    And it’s driving me plum crazy
    And that isn’t any joke!


    all the best

  2. TxMissy

    TxMissy New Member

    I had never thought of posting it here! Thanks, now everyone can get a smile from it!
  3. Monk

    Monk New Member

    Absolutely! I was putting sugar in my coffee and had a hard time trying to figure out how to open the sugar packet. How pathetic.

  4. lucky

    lucky New Member

    Great poem - funny and, so very true.
    Merry X-Mas, Lucky
  5. Shirl

    Shirl New Member

    Your poem is just perfect. Thanks for sharing.

    But we do not allow poetry on the FM/CFS board, but I will let this one stand.

    If you or anyone else has something like poetry to share, we do have a 'Writers Board', just go to the 'Message boards' at the top of this page and click on 'Writers' Board' or 'Chit Chat' board.

    The Writer's board could use some good poets and story tellers these days, its rather slow.

    Again, thanks for sharing.

    Shalom, Shirl