I can’t remember being young
Or how I got old.
I can’t even remember
Those stories I’ve told.

Memory loss,
Now is such an affliction.
How much of my life is
Just pure fiction?

How can I lie,
If I don’t know what’s true?
Honestly, mate,
Would I lie to you?

Yeah, I drink too much,
That bit is true.
Again, the line:
Would I lie to you?

So many ways to skin a cat,
Much of my past is now old hat.
As it all fades out of view,
I’m so glad I shared
A whole chunk with
You!