I let the dog out every night
Before we hit the sack
He just goes out and does his thing
And then he comes right back
I let Jack out the other night
And waited by the door
He seemed to be taking longer
Then he ever had before
I started getting nervous
When he didn't come right back
I said to Pat sitting in the den
I've gotta go look for Jack
Pat looked at me in a funny way
And said, are you OK?
She pointed to the doggy bed
Where upon Jack did lay
Do you suppose when he came back
I forgot I had let him in?
Could it be my short term memory
Is really wearing that thin?
At one time I was very sharp
But can no longer boast
Of all the things I've lost in life
I'll miss my mind the most!
Ron Crowley