Not A Stalker

You keep on saying that I am calling you But, how can I since I don't remember your number, Yes of course I called you many years ago which is true But, since then my fingers and memory does slumber. I don't even remember your voice, And of course all of that is by pure choice. You keep on saying that I am driving past your home Well of course that is another one of your lies, It would be like me looking for the Statue of Liberty as if I were in Rome That truth soon I hope you will realize. I even get lost in my own little town, Many times a day for directions I call whether I'm up or down. Some days I even forget what the day is And many times of the week I forget appointments I have made, Sometimes I even forget the last time I took a wiz And always for guidance from God I have prayed. Now this I hope is not a shocker, But, the reasons I mentioned are the reasons why I can't be a stalker. Randy L. McClave