Forgetfulness

What it is not in the head has to be in the legs; when I am running fifth time the steps, up to comb my hair, down on the way out, coming back, because I forget to take driving glasses, wearing reading glasses instead. Ringing the bell, please, let me in, my key is still lying on the window sill. I can not drive a car without one, can I? How will I get in when you will be not at home? I love my adult age. I am full of surprises, what I shall forget to take with me next time. Well, I was never well organized. Yes, I am leaving for town, now. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 1/10/2012