More Or Less...

The older I get sometimes it seems

That what I thought I knew

Plays tricks on me and I am quite

Uncertain what to do

So when somebody asks me, 'if-

What-how-why, tell me, oh'

I find it safest to reply

I really just don’t know

..because the more birthdays I get

The less the years have cleared

And all my answers patented

In youth have disappeared

For what I thought was not, is so

And what I thought so, not

And all the rest I must confess

It seems I've quite forgot

© Janet Martin