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I just Can't Remember Me - Poem

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I have always loved poetry. It can tell a story, and show the whole picture in a few words.

Older woman remembering in street

Older woman remembering in street

I was walking along the street the other day and I saw a girl coming towards me who reminded me so much of what I used to look like.

It suddenly struck me.

I had totally forgotten the person I used to be. I was so used to rushing around, not having fun and never seeming to have time for me these days.

It was rather like a camera shutter opening up and showing me the past.

Hence this poem.

I Just Can't Remember Me.

Its really such a simple thing,

The way it used to be,

The friends we made,

The plans we laid,

But I can't remember me.

They say we are like Diamonds,

Our facets shining through,

Each shine a different picture,

So different, me and you.

One side shows off our talents,

Another one of pain,

The third shows how we work together,

And all our special aims.

But then...........

I caught a glimpse the other day,

A young girl who looked like me,

Just like I was, back yesterday,

When life was sweet and free.

Suddenly a sadness

crept through my mind,

A memory of the me,

A photo shot, a picture card,

Of youth of fun, you see.


Memories -Cats

And somewhere as the years on years,

Pass through our own domain,

My facets dulled and lost their sparkle,

Leaving dirty window panes.

How do we lose our 'other' selves?

Where did that person go?

The woman who I used to be,

Who'd flirt and smile and flow,

A smile to all who came her way,

And danced and laughed and sang ......

A distant memory you see,


......

I just can't remember me!

Memories - Elvis Presley

Way back when

Way back when

© 2018 Nell Rose

Comments

Nell Rose (author) from England on August 05, 2020:

Thanks for reading Philip.

Nell Rose (author) from England on March 08, 2020:

Hi Paula, lol! Always great to see you. Hope everything is good over there? And I still get your funny emails too, LOL!

Suzie from Carson City on March 07, 2020:

Nell.....my lady friend from across the pond

Looks like you & I, we share a lot

My memory has the same blank spot!

You can't remember you nor can I remember me

Let's help each other over a cup of tea......

Love ya dear!

Nell Rose (author) from England on March 07, 2020:

Thanks so much for the share, I really appreciate it.

Nell Rose (author) from England on March 07, 2020:

Thank you Brenda, I look forward to reading your poem.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on March 07, 2020:

Nell,

I shared this one to my page. Poets with a voice. Here is the link.

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=122395...

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on March 07, 2020:

Nell,

I love this poem.

It seems like we all get busy with life and often forget who we are...time to bring a little of her back.

Great write.

Nell Rose (author) from England on September 19, 2019:

Thanks so much Shaloo, yes sometimes we get so wrapped up in other things we forget to look to ourselves.

Shaloo Walia from India on September 19, 2019:

This is such a beautiful poem. Sometimes life's busyness gets to us and we lose ourselves in the rat race. The poem is a gentle reminder not to lose touch with our former carefree selves.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 27, 2018:

Thanks Lawrence, lol!

Lawrence Hebb from Hamilton, New Zealand on November 26, 2018:

Nell

Really enjoyed the poem, and I'm trying to 'not lose' the old me.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 16, 2018:

Thanks Dianna, yes I love Memories too, what a voice! thanks for reading.

Dianna Mendez on November 16, 2018:

Loved this reflection, Nell. I do believe you still have that spark that ignites fun and adventure in others. I do enjoy hearing the different versions of the song Memories. Let's hope we make our memories better as the years pass.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 12, 2018:

Thanks so much Genna, and always good to hear from you.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 12, 2018:

Thanks so much Dora :)

Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on November 11, 2018:

Your poem is such a truism...I feel the same way at times. But you still have much of that humor and sparkle Nell...it comes through with what you write. And that is a gift, my friend. :-)

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on November 11, 2018:

I like the poem. So true, so relatable. The memory of who we used to be can inspire us to make the best of who we are.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 05, 2018:

exactly Nithya, I will keep telling myself, and thank you.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 05, 2018:

lol! yes we should keep it all! I am trying to find me, when I do I will let you know!

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on November 04, 2018:

Beautiful poem and I totally understand how you feel. That special woman is always there in you.

I guess we just forget along the way. We have to remind ourselves that we are still amazing.

Yves on November 03, 2018:

Quite an inspiring poem, Nell. It flowed very nicely. I still wish for the woman who had a firm jawline and a small waist. Where did she go?? But then again, I'm calmer now. But heck, I think we should retain it all, considering how hard it is to grow up. Lol.

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Nell Rose (author) from England on November 02, 2018:

Exactly Gypsy! its like a small voice yelling at us, get up and move! lol! thanks for reading.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 02, 2018:

Thank you for all those memories, Nell. So very true we seem to lose ourselves along the way. I guess that is why as I sit and write in my little apartment I tend to lose myself in my work but inside there is a me that wants to put it all aside, put on the oldies and sing and dance all night.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 01, 2018:

Thanks Chitrangada, that is so kind. and yes when we remember back it can be poignant.

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on November 01, 2018:

What a wonderful poem and so beautifully expressed!

I can truly, truly identify with this. I think many of us can.

When I look back, and I do that quite often, I do feel sad sometimes. How life changes over the years! Past memories are so beautiful. It was so easy to laugh and be happy then.

But then I remind myself that each phase of life is different from the other, and we must accept and enjoy the present phase.

Your poetic talent shows, and I really enjoyed going through your beautiful poem!

Thank You!

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 01, 2018:

Same here Mary! I can still 'see' myself in the pub in the 70s laughing so hard at my friend. sigh...memories

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 01, 2018:

Thanks Mark, glad you liked it.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 01, 2018:

Aw thanks Audrey!

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 01, 2018:

I think we forget who we were sometimes, it just jolts us back. Thanks Linda.

Mary Wickison from Brazil on November 01, 2018:

We can all relate to this. I miss the time of laughing so much my sides hurt. If I had a time machine, I wonder what I'd say to my younger self, if I could go back and meet her.

I believe I would steer her on a different path than the one I have taken.

Wonderful poem, Nell. Very thought provoking.

Mark Tulin from Santa Barbara, California on November 01, 2018:

I had a similar encounter. I realized that many of the things that used to make me happy, I could still get back if I wanted to. I realized that those things weren't foolish but genuinely made me feel good. Beautiful poem and sentiment.

Audrey Hunt from Idyllwild Ca. on October 31, 2018:

Nell

This poem is brilliant! I've read this 3 times. The rhythm, rhyme, and flow reflect an experience most of us can relate to. I sure do!

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on October 31, 2018:

This is a lovely poem, Nell. It's a bit sad, but it's very meaningful at the same time. It made me think about my past and how I've changed.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on October 31, 2018:

I love Zulma's comment. Amen, girl!

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 31, 2018:

Thanks so much Elijah, good to meet you.

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 31, 2018:

Thanks Linda, yes that is so true! I never thought of that.

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 31, 2018:

So true Zulma, and most of our friends are doing other things so we keep it to ourselves and our family.

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 31, 2018:

Thanks Sophie, lol! have fun!

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 31, 2018:

Thanks Shauna, its only sometimes. most times I am me now, lol!

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on October 31, 2018:

What a dynamic telling of the plight of so many of us who listened to their parents, preachers and teachers demanding us to "grow up." That is the destiny of most people but because you were shown your yesterday you now have the means of healing yourself.

What it will take is to see where the change came and analyze your life prior to it for bringing it into your today's personality. Fate is on your side. Plunge into the memories and bring them forward to the you that you are and watch the "childlikeness" return bringing with it the freedom you once enjoyed.

Thanks for sharing and Peace,

Elijah NatureBoy

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on October 31, 2018:

I love this poem and can truly relate. I am no longer the "me" that I was. The youthful shape, energy, and enthusiasm are no longer there. But I look back at those years and I remember naivety and at times a shallowness. I would like to think that those have been replaced with a wiser, kinder "me".

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on October 31, 2018:

This is a lovely poem. What did happen to that young girl I used to be. Oh, that's right, she's still here. But I keep her hidden from a world that wouldn't appreciate her. She only comes out when it's safe to do. We have such good times then with our nearest and dearest.

Happy Halloween.

Sophie on October 31, 2018:

Wonderful poem Nell, thankfully I am still integrated, i wonder if it will feel the same way when this thing hits me.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on October 31, 2018:

I haven't forgotten who I used to be. I remember her well. It's just that what's important in life changes as we age. I no longer need to be the hot chick who turns heads. I no longer need to be the party girl and belle of the ball.

I love who I used to be. But I love who I am now, too. I had a blast getting here!

Nevertheless, I love your poem, Nell!

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 31, 2018:

Thank you again Tim, always good to see you.

Tim Truzy from U.S.A. on October 31, 2018:

Excellent, Nell. I enjoyed this immensely. Forgetting who you were and finding those pieces of your life can be an interesting journey. Now, if I could forget the things I do remember, and remember the things I've forgotten - that would be paradise.

Wonderful use of rhyming schemes and rhythm to convey a thoughtful and forever relevant work, Nell.

Much respect and admiration,

Sincerely,

Tim

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 31, 2018:

Thanks Bill, well done! I am off to find myself too, its easy to lose it.

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 31, 2018:

Thank you Pamela, yes it certainly does.

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 31, 2018:

I think sad is the right word John, I look in the mirror and see my mother! lol!

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 31, 2018:

Thanks Jackie, yes I know, we need to find our way back.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on October 31, 2018:

I had that same realization about twelve years ago. I deeply saddened me, and I made a vow to rediscover the old Bill....and it worked!

Happy Halloween my friend!

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on October 31, 2018:

This poem touched my heart as I related to it. Life passes by so quickly. Well done Nell!

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 30, 2018:

I am so sorry to hear that Lela, yes treasure today, and thank you.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on October 30, 2018:

Nell, I love this poem. Yes, it is sad but true for most of us, men as well as women. Time goes so quickly and changes are inevitable. I am still that young boy in my head but the mirror doesn’t agree.

Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on October 30, 2018:

Great poem and beautiful song.

When did we lose ourselves....?

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 30, 2018:

Thanks Glenn, I will change it in a couple of days then, thank you

Ann Carr from SW England on October 30, 2018:

Thank you!

Ann

Lela from Somewhere near the heart of Texas on October 30, 2018:

Wow, really touched my heart here. I just got a diagnosis I didn't care for, one that will probably take my memories away. Oh well, what the hell. I am what I am now, so treasure today.

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 30, 2018:

Thanks Glenn, this just sort of flowed as I was sitting here, lol! and yes I did see that girl, a very strange feeling!

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 30, 2018:

sorry, missed this bit. In the text box go to Paragraph, and click on header 2 or 3. 2 is huge, but 3 is this one, okay? :)

Nell Rose (author) from England on October 30, 2018:

Thanks Ann, I was just feeling a bit down today, headache, and this sort of flowed out! lol!

Glenn Stok from Long Island, NY on October 30, 2018:

Remembering our past and then suddenly confronted with it, wondering where it went. That’s what I got out of your poem. I like your intro too, Nell. It lead well into your poem.

Ann Carr from SW England on October 30, 2018:

By the way - how did you get the text to be in colour? It's great. I've been trying to do that for some time but I'm obviously missing something.

Ann

Ann Carr from SW England on October 30, 2018:

This is a beautiful, though rather sad, poem. I know exactly what you mean! We do forget. I look at photos of the young me and wonder where she's gone.

One positive thing is that we don't have to dress 'old' these days. I can remember my granny looking positively ancient but nowadays we can wear most of the fashions available, without being mutton dressed as lamb!

I love this poem. It made me smile and it made me sad. In the end, it seems you do actually remember the young you, so there's hope!

Ann