My Rememberer Is Broke

For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
If I really should be "there,"
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!

Oft times I walk into a room,
Say, "What am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero is my score.

At time I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!

When shopping I may see someone,
Say "Hi" and have a chat.
Then when the person walks away,
I ask myself, "Who was that?"

Yes, my forgetter's getting better,
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke!