I FORGOT

It seems that no matter what our age in life may be we are inclined to say, “I Forgot.” We learn early in life to use those choice words to avoid admitting to not doing something we should have done or not being somewhere on time.

I found that during my journey through the valley of divorce I would frequently forget to do something I was supposed to do. I read some important memo and a few minutes later realized I had forgotten what it said. I scattered things around my desk and couldn't find documents I needed. I am thankful for a Secretary who was always able to find my misplaced papers. Occasionally I went into a room to get something and forget what I was looking for. Someone told me about an event or experience, but I did not recall the conversation.

I am certain many of you too have experienced that “blank” feeling. Perhaps you have walked around in a daze, wondering what to do next. As healing continues, we gradually begin to come out of the fog and our minds become clearer.

I joke about forgetting more than I ever knew. As an eighty year old I am finding I don’t remember some of the things I used to know. Fortunately, I can think clearly and enjoy writing humorously about such events in my life.

On Sunday afternoon I wrote the following poem. I believe some of you, regardless of age, will be able to identify with it.

I FORGOT

Sometimes I sit and think about,
The things that I forgot,
The many things I thought I learned,
But now I know them not.

I ponder where they might have gone,
But them I cannot find.
They are disbursed away somewhere,
In clutter of my mind.

The fact I think of what I learned,
Enshrouds me in distress.
For somewhere all the great ideas,
Are hidden in a mess.

The truth to me is very clear,
I know not what I learned,
If I perceived what I was taught,
For it I would not yearn.

Now could it be through all these years,
I lost more than I knew?
If that’s the case tell me dear friend,
Is it the same with you?

The problem that I ponder now,
Within my muddled thought.
How can I even think about,
That which to me is naught?

Don E. Cunningham, Author/Poet ©7/20/08

Ponder the past, live in the present, and move toward the future. Our Lord has blessings yet to give us.

HUGS, IN CHRIST'S AND MY LOVE,

Don E. Cunningham, Author/Poet ©7/22/2008