I am an old jug full of memories
Full to the brim
My white matter all mylenated
New memories spill over
Unable to find room
I learn slowly
Like comfortable routines
Forget names
Even faces
Faces places
Up and down
Non
Je ne regrette rien
Stewart McKenzie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/x-diary-20-little-brown-jug/
