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Now that I’ve reached the age in my life…when my sun is beginning to set

I’m often surprised at how my once keen and clever mind finds it so easy to forget.

I think back to a time when I remembered everything…

a time when my memory was stronger….

and even though I know getting old is inevitable…I thought it would wait a little longer:

I have forgotten where I laid my keys.

I’ve been halfway through a book before I realize it’s one I’ve already read.

I have forgotten where I put my glasses…when they are sitting on my head.

But about the time I lament how my memory is dwindling like a campfire’s fading embers…

I smile…not at all the things I forget…but at all the things I can remember.

I remember learning to ride a bike as a child.

I remember how Grandma’s death made me so sad.

I remember splashing in puddles after a rain…and playing football with my dad.

I remember friends from high school.

I remember flying kites in a summer breeze.

I remember trying to catch the falling leaves of Autumn as they cascaded from the trees.

I remember moments with our children and grandchildren.

In fact…when I stop and think a while…

there is so much I remember…so many memories that make me smile.

So now, when I forget why I enter a room or what day it is…I don’t worry…I don’t fret.

Instead I smile knowing I am still blessed at my age

to remember…

more things than I forget. 

P.S. I apologize if I’ve posted a poem similar to this one before…

If that is the case…please don’t be too upset….

just smile with me and remember…

at my age…

there are so many more things…

that are easy to forget.)