Shortcomings

M. Jay Stigers

You may have told me once or twice
And expected me never to forget
You sent me to the garage to get it
I'm sorry I don't remember

All of these tools looked just alike
A flathead or a Phillips screwdriver
Was the difference really significant
I'm sorry I don't remember

You loved to play and putter around
With these drawers and this wall of toys
In this musty place where the names of things
I never could remember

This is what I recall of my Saturdays
While my friends watched from afar
Surely their fathers demanded the same
I don't care to remember