This is an extract from the book "Help, Lord! I'm having a
senior moment."
put out by Karen O'Connor.  She says she can' remember who wrote
it.
The whole idea of this is just to have a laugh.

My forgetter's getting better
But my rememberer is broke.
To you that may seem funny,
but to me that's no joke.
For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
if I really should be "there."
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
saying, "What am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain,
zero is my score.
At times I put a thing away
where it is safe, but, gee!
The person it is safest from is generally me.
When shopping I may see someone,
say "Hi." and have a chat,
Then , when the person walks away,
I ask myself, "Who the heck was that?"
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
while my rememberer is broke.
It's driving me plumb crazy,
and that isn't any joke.