Find myself forgetting events,
That often come my way.
I mark them on my calendar,
Forget to check them that day.

I'm forgetting familiar names,
For faces I can clearly make out.
So frustrated trying to remember,
Like a kid again, I nearly pout.

Not forgetting my life events,
Clear as when they occurred.
Sometimes even enhanced,
Clearer written not blurred.

But there are gaps in my life,
Of the routine things I did.
Where I shopped for groceries,
Completely left my head.

My life is full of simple routine,
That's getting out of sync.
Like writing a story backwards,
Or running out of ink.

Read where simple forgetting,
Does not dementia bring.
Just a part of growing older,
As I forget the songs I sing.