Memories

Event it was quite mem’rable, if I might use that term,
And why it is quite mem’rable perhaps some day we'll learn;
I put it on my calendar; I spoke about it lots;
Yet when the morning came for it, the memory got lost.

That's not the first, more just the worst, and left my state quite numb;
Not just any little lapse it was, it left me quite undone;
A dis-connect, a jump it was, as left-brain shut right down;
I little felt ’bout blow it dealt, and didn't make a sound.

Perhaps it will a marker form as we move on from here,
’Case someone asks how long it's been since symptoms first appeared;
I'll simply say, "Gee, I don't know – my luck is, she does though;
Although it feels like yesterday, I really do not know".

The implications are not good; are pretty bad in fact.
It front-and loads my calendar, with "not so good" out back.
If flowering of my right-brain work's from freedom from restraint,
Then things aren't good on down this way, it sorry picture paints.

I've got a lot of work to do to bring things into line:
I'm partway through the poetry, which comes along just fine;
Photography emerges now as switch from film occurs,
For ‘automated’ works for me – it takes away the blurs.

The balance to my life's returned, I've got priorities;
A mess remains in several rooms (they’ve brought me to my knees);
If left-brain work is shorter now, there's things I choose to do
Before my right-brain's all I've got, and memories I lose.

Dear God, I'm glad Your memory of things both great and small,
Exceeds the largest databank and lasts beyond them all;
Though I might not recall some fact, a date, or face, or name,
I do believe You hold us in Your mem'ry just the same.

And Lord, I choose to stay in You, and let You lead the way;
If this is what I think it is, these are my better days;
Help me to let it go, move on, and drink with brimming cup,
A toast to past and present life, and all that's coming up.

In meantime I've got work to do, which calls for left-brain cells;
I need to sort this poetry (a database that's swell)
And code it out, as best I can, then with NVivo-10,
See what is there in coding stripes which flowed from Stu-art’s pen.

There's lots of things which fall away (are not priorities);
While other things move to the front – I focus now on these;
Perhaps things go much better when I clear away the junk,
Like tossing cargo overboard – garage sales, and the dump.

I don't feel bad, it could be worse, I got a short reprieve;
And I've some time to settle things before I take my leave;
I've known a while it couldn't last; I've had a pleasant run;
And ’fore I'm gone I'm going to have with Carol, lots of fun.

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