I can't remember my name. |
I have struggled and anguished about my own name; when I try to remember, it’s always the same. I remember my address and even my wife, but I can’t recognize my name to save my life. So I stare at my license till all is a blur; beats the heck out of me how such things can occur. It’s like name recognition is some great offense; I continue to stare but it doesn’t make sense. Was I hit in the head by mysterious force? I’m aware of the bane but I don’t know the source. Yet the logical side of me looks at the light and assures me directly I can get it right. Hieroglyphics from Egypt would be less a task! I repeat my full name but it’s wearing a mask. For that’s all that I see when I try to recall; my own name has a room but I’m out in the hall. I will look at the problem and try to find hope; it’s a bit of confusion with limited scope. I’ll approach it with calm and let panic abide; those enigmas can run but they rarely can hide. So I trace out the letters with quick-drying glue to read them with my fingers like Braille users do. And by doing so I catch a memory thief-- I remember my name now much to my relief. 24 Lines |