My forgetter's getting better

   But my rememberer is broke.

   To you that may seem funny

   But, to me, that is no joke,

   For when I'm "here" I'm wondering

   If I really should be "there"

   And, when I try to think it through,

   I haven't got a prayer!

   Oft times I walk into a room,

   Say "what am I here for?"

   I wrack my brain, but all in vain

   A zero, is my score.

   At times I put something away

   Where it is safe, but, Gee!

   The person it is safest from

   Generally, you're right, it's me!

   When shopping I may see someone,

   Say "Hi" and have a chat,

   Then, when the person walks away

   I ask myself, "who's that?"

   Yes, my forgetter's getting better

   But my rememberer is broke.

   And it's driving me plumb crazy

   And that isn't any joke.

   CAN YOU RELATE???

   Now, who did I send this to