The problem of forgetfulness

Often I grief,
over the problem of forgetfulness,
that I remain in my foolishness

My brain is like a sieve,
pieces of information leak through
the tiny little holes

Time is like a thief,
lessons learnt yesterday
are forgotten today

Memories can also deceive
what I remember now
may not be the correct picture

I cannot retrieve
the information that has been lost
the vapour that has turned to frost

Nothing can bring me relief
from the agony of my loss
and the sting of the consequence

But maybe practice can weave
what the mind knows
with what the body does

So I can finally find solace
in not repeating the same mistake
the roots of the old mandrake

Hence, this message I leave
my wishes that you will not share
my pains of not remembering