There's nothing wrong with me.

I'm looking for my keys.

I'm also looking for my car.

I think I parked it over there.

I know your face,

But not your name.

Do you ever do the same?

I lost my cup of coffee,

But don't you see,

The refrigerator and microwave,

The same are not to be.

I’m trying to remember the things that used to be,

But there’s only a few remaining,

That can enlighten me.

For, you see, I’m only ninety-three.

E. Owen Edwards

London

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