In middle age I have to admit to being terrible
at remembering stories I once presumed to know.
Only the stickiest facts stay with me,
whilst I scramble the narrative they were once attached to.
But I am thankful that with what awareness I have left
I remain relatively forgiving of my own forgetfulness,
which also helps me forgive other people's amnesias.
at remembering stories I once presumed to know.
Only the stickiest facts stay with me,
whilst I scramble the narrative they were once attached to.
But I am thankful that with what awareness I have left
I remain relatively forgiving of my own forgetfulness,
which also helps me forgive other people's amnesias.
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