Missing Diary Poem by bryan wallace

What was I doing on the 18th May 1989?
I am afraid I have absolutely no idea at all!
Or what about the 15th June 2004? Or how about
Christmas Day in 2009? I haven’t a clue at all!

Oh I can remember certain key events
The big ones that stick in my mind.
Or a hundred and one little minor episodes
That were note-worthy for one reason or another.

But they sometimes all blur into one,
And did they happen in summer of 2010
Or in the winter of ’99? Did they happen
In Dublin? Or in London, Letterkenny or Aberdeen?
It’s sometimes hard to tell I am afraid.
Was I with Andrew, or Harry, Kerry or Julie?

If these events were worthy of mind-storage,
Why can’t remember properly – why have they
All got filed under miscellaneous in the
Dusty over-flowing filing cabinet of my mind?

I suppose I thought that I’d remember it all
Or perhaps felt it wasn’t important at the time.
I’ve done many stupid things in my time -
Some I regret – some were good fun!

But one thing I really regret is that
I wish I’d kept a diary in my life.
To know what I’d done or where I’d been –
Or what I’d thought in that point in time.

I’d love to be able to look back -
To replay the good times, learn from the bad!