Do You Remember Me?

Of course I Don't, Would Be My Answer If You Ask Me That Question Recently. One Thing I Found Out After Reaching The Age Of 50 Is My Memory Problems. I Find Myself Jotting Down Little Reminder Notes So I Won't Forget Something Important. Your Face Is Familiar But The Name I can't Recall. Of course One Tries To Remember Names To Keep From Hurting Feelings But Sometimes It Just Can't Be Helped.
I Had A Lady Stop Me In County Market This Past Weekend. She Looked Directly At Me And Asked Me The BIG QUESTION. Do You Remember Me? I Looked At Her And Said Of course I Do, How Have You Been All These Years? Now To Be Quite Honest, I Didn't Know Her Name But I Did Recognize Her As A Friend In Grade School. So Yes I Do Remember Her. I Have It Narrowed Down To Two Different Girls. At This Point It Really Does Not Matter Unless I Run Into Her Again Anytime Soon.
So Tell Me What I Am Doing Wrong! Am I Suppose To Be Drinking Green Tea, Or Eating A Leafy Herb Off A Shrub To Maintain My Memory? Is It All Downhill From Here? "They" Say The Memory Is The First To Go. Oh My God Tell Me What's Next!
Yes, Yes I Was One Of Those Lucky Fella's Who Got One Of Those Over The Hill Surprise Birthday Party's. I Got WD40 To Keep My Bones And Joints Lubricated. A Cane To Keep Me Upright And Walking Straight. All The Great Gag Gifts For The Man That Has Everything Else But A Good Memory.
Sometimes I Make Up A Name So I Won't Embarrass Myself When I Am Scanning What Little Of Brain Matter I Have And End Up Calling Him Bubba. Bossman, Big Guy, Buddy, Or Hey Dude Are My Most Common Pet Names For Others.
I Say Accept Me For Who I Am. Anybody Who Knows Me Know I Am Past 50. For Those Who Are My Age Or Older Should Be Able To Understand Where I Am Coming From. For Those Fortunate Ones Who Haven't A Clue As To Why I Am Fussing Over Unimportant Issues, I Say Your Turn Will Come.
I Really Don't Have Any Major Problems With The Aging Process. I Have Reached The Age Where I Need To Wear Glasses In Order To Read.
When I Quit Smoking I Got Rid Of The Shirts With Front Pockets. Now I need to Carry My Glasses Along With Me So Now I Will Have To Go Buy Me Some Shirts With Pockets For My Glasses.
When I Was Just A Kid Looking At An Older Person Like Myself Today Seemed Really Really Old. Looking Back It Doesn't Seem That Long Ago.
So For Those Youngen's Who Consider Me Being Over The Hill?
Well It's Better Than Being Under It!

Just Call Me Mac.....