Many things are lost to us
As we progress along life’s highway;
Some of us will stumble and thus
Never this long scene play.
Sometime over sixty
We’ll notice our bodies change,
With exercise we’re thrifty
Our clothes we rearrange.
Our height begins to diminish,
Not so our spreading waistline;
We know that we must finish
Indulgence at the mouth line.
By far the worst contender
For our losses high in number,
Is our ability to remember;
Not a problem when one’s younger.
The solution is to write down
Things of great importance;
So they will not cause a frown
When our memory does fail us.