There's something I've forgotten;
I'm not sure what it could be.
Still, it can't be that important,
Or it would come to me.

There's something nagging sometimes, though,
I wonder what it was...
A thing? A time? Appointment missed?
A Must? A Just Because?

Was it maybe Ought To Do?
Or maybe Do This Now?
Forgotten Thingy, what is it?
It's lost (I don't know how).

If I return to where I was
When last I thought of it,
Maybe I'd know? Where was that place?
I can't recall one bit.

Oh, silly me, this nagging voice
Bugs me to great extremes.
I'm sure, one day, it won't invade
My daily life or dreams.

If I just do the things I know,
Forget the nagging worry,
The stupid thing will go away;
I'll not feel I must hurry.

I have a life, you know, these days,
A timetable that grows fatter,
And friends to meet, and things to do;
I'll just forget this matter.

And if, one day, the thought pops up,
And I remember what
It was that I'd forgot so long,
I'll maybe care a jot.

But if the thing was worth that much,
I'd never have forgotten.
This thing, this faded memory,
Must have been misbegotten.

Ah well, it matters not to me,
For better things have I
To do at home, in work, in life;
I'll not waste time to cry.

A thing that's worth remembering
Is held within our hearts;
A special thing to do or say
Does not beget brain-farts.

Upon my deathbed, will I care,
As Pearly Gates I'm shew,
That what it was that I forgot,
My dear, well... it was you?!