What Life? (Poetry)

I don’t know where I’m coming from —
forgotten where I’ve been
erased the really painfull spells
plus sad bits inbetween

What life? I don’t remember much
it wasn’t a great blast
but more a tiresome bumpy ride
at best — I’m glad it’s past

Or nearly so. What time I’ve left
I won’t waste on recall
I can’t relive old memories —
they’re missing — one and all

I never kept a diary so
the years are lost in fog
and as to what went on and when
you’d better ask the dog

While some folk sit and reminisce
as sun begins to set
I read the books I’ve read before
and forget what I forget