Poetry Friday: Forgetfulness

I think this is an appropriate poem to post on the Friday after my birthday as I creep up a little bit more in age. It’s not so much that I feel like I’m starting to forget a lot of stuff, the way Billy Collins describes in this poem. I’m still WAY to youthful for that (ha ha). It’s more that the older I get, there just seems to be SO much more to remember. So many little things, annoyingly quasi-important “To Do” things that I have to keep in my head and just don’t want to stick there.

Love the animation.

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