Had to Walk Away

A humorous look at the quirks of memory

Time to Walk Away

Made a trip to the store downtown
Found a thing that she was bound
To like. Whadya know? No wallet!
Changed my pants. It’s in that pocket.
Had to walk away.

Goin’ down the street when I meet
My neighor from the other beat,
Got to tellin’ about my bet…?
Well hell, I don’t remember yet.
Had to walk away.

Look in the mirror, what to see? —
Can’t recall for the life o’ me—
Two big purple yellow shiners;
No wonder looks, from other diners.
Had to walk away.

I reckon I have chores to do,
But what they are…My brain is goo.
Must be time for that…mem’ry pill.
Now where’s that slip to pay my bill?
Time to walk away.

Where is that list I thought I made?
Told me what to do if I had stayed?
Now what was that thing that she had said…
Something ’bout the mem’ry, sleep and bed?
Maybe best to walk away.

Remember this, remember that,
I can hardly remember where I’m at.
What a chore for my aching head,
My whole darn brain feels like a ton o’ lead.
My thoughts, they just walk away.

Such a trouble, such a trial,
The doc he say I’m in denial
My mem’ry has become a shorty–
Not good news, I’m only forty,
Long time yet to join the olds-timers
Guess I got a case o’ Olds-heimer’s
Time to walk away.
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Memory is such a precious thing.

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