What´s your business, who are you, what´s
your name?
Do I know you? Your face just doesn´t look
the same,
Years ago I remember, when I was just a
little child,
But I don´t remember yesterday, nor today
& so I cried.
Where did I put my keys, my purse, my mind,
my phone?
I am lost on these streets; can you please
take me home?
But, where is my home? Tell me please, I
really don´t know,
My memory has gone away; tell me, why do I
think so slow?
It is just a passing phase I´m told, &
I am sure it will be fine,
It is just a part of cruel ageing, a mere
trick of father time,
So please don´t worry about me son, I
really feel no pain,
But before you go away, tell me, what´s
your name again?
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