lost again or my common unnerving struggles with intermittent dementia

lost again
it's lost again
just when i thought it was where
it was supposed to be
it was all pretend

i could have
remembered better
i could have branded it in my brain
just to find it there
where i thought i left it fettered

they're fleeting
transient occasions,
thoughts are, filtered thru the minutiae
of every second of awareness
a sentient being takes a place in

mundanities
form perfunctory
chores that leave precious little
room to store where
i've put my damn property

accouterments
are only things, true
and things can be replaced, of course
but i really wanted to never let
this one thing loose

it's reality
that does this to me
the realization i can't hold on to
the prizes that i've stored
along my countless journeys

so what? as
i knew you would say
and maybe it's nothing and never was
something or maybe it's
a sign of mental decay

i'm getting
old - so are you -
with full stores and little room for new
shelves or newer
ideas to peruse

it's a place
i've been often
not knowing how i've got to
where i am or if
i'm any nearer my own coffin

that's not to
be bleak or morbid
just an observation i hide in storage
as i search thru
all of the things i thought i'd already sorted

i'll never
find it not like this:
upset, worn, and flustered i should 
break down and admit
this search i may as well dismiss

it's lost now
i won't track it down
no matter what closet i look in
or rug i lift
the damned thing's not to be found

it's like that,
life, i suppose
things come in and then they go

for the life of me, though,
after all of this commentary,
i can't remember what i've lost
or why it was even necessary