Of course.
I will.
I say it.
I mean it.
But.
Squirrel!
Remind me,
I say.
I mean it.
Of course,
I will.
I mean it.
I will.
Oh, right,
I forgot.
.
.
.
Sometimes, our good intentions get lost in our busyness! How many times have I told people to remind me what I’ve agreed to do for them, because I will likely forget, despite my willingness? I’ve got a memory like a sieve, despite my best intentions. Does this happen to you, too? How awkward is it to make the nudging calls or send the nudging message? Will you nudge, or do you presume the person really doesn’t want to do it? I worry people think I don’t mean it when I ask them to remind me.
When I was a kid my Father said I had selective hearing.
Now that I’m nearly 60 I have Selective Memory. I can remember TV shows, jingles and music from 50 years ago. I am The Human Jukebox! LOL!
But I can’t remember peoples names. Even folks I see daily.
I work evening and nights as a museum security guard. Back when I worked days I had memorized nearly every painting and most of the sculptures in my museum workplace which is a large building.
I can remember artists and paintings from 500 years ago but not the names of living people.
Go figure.
I sometimes don’t remember my students if I haven’t seen in them in a couple of weeks. That never used to happen! 200 new students a year for 25 years… Something was bound to give, right? 😉
Yup! 😉😆😎🤓🤔🤔🤔🤔
As long as you don’t wink, the request for a nudge will be viewed as sincere.
🙂 Excellent
Hello Mrs. Bird…
No your mind, has to be much better.. You ‘re not getting shock treatment too?
Are you?
lol Not electro-shock, at least…
What about, being strapped to a bed?
i am of the belief, that their trying to make me look crazy, ever time i go to the hospital.. Strapped to a bed…
Oh dear. You may be fine, but perhaps the drugs are crazy?
Drug are how i am…
Yes, I know. Where does one end and the other begin? Is there a place ahead where separation from that identity is desired? (That could be a poem…)
No, drug are part of the poem…
Life is the poem;
drugs are just your ink.
Drugs are my life, poems are what i think…
Oh geez! You’re so not alone… I sometimes feel like a 5’4″ goldfish! Sometimes, like… Way too often 😉
Here we are in the same goldfish bowl! 🙂
Remind me when I swim back around 😉
and for some reason – the word that came to my mind – was “not”
ha
but such a fun poem S
😉 Thanks.
Hi Shawn,
I love your poems. Here is my response:
Christmas Lunch
Let’s
Do lunch
Before Christmas
Of course
I would
Love to
I want to
We can
Catch up
Let’s
Do lunch
Before Christmas
Filled with holiday spirit.
But, I can just
Fit in one appointment
Nearby
The restaurant
Let’s
Do Lunch
Before Christmas
Happy Holidays
Snap, the office is closed
Need to wait.
Texting
Can’t
Do Lunch
Before Christmas
Happy Holidays
lol That’s it exactly!
I’m having fun reading your poems, and then mining them for a prompt and writing my own. Perhaps I should be mining bitcoin. OMG. I feel another poem coming on.
🙂
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It was fun reading this nudging piece of work. !!😄😄 Liked it a lot..
I am new here. I have written a few poems. Please do give them a read. I hope you will like them. Please share your valued feedback.. 😀
Keep up your work!! 😁