You are doing it again
forgetting what you want,
you've walked into this room
and gone completely blank.

You stand there bemused
your grey matter misty,
thoughts seem to jump around
and disappear too soon.

You are looking nonplussed
as you wrack your brains' depths,
wait, I've got it, oh no,
it's hidden once again.

Middle age is a time
to rest and settle down,
if only I could remember
just where I left my chair.