Chapter 6

I made it into Chapter 6

Before a tiny glint

Of recognition told me,

Through that itty bitty hint

 

That I’d read that novel once before

And praised it first time ‘round.

I even checked a list I keep

Where, yes, that book was found.

 

I started keeping track of all

The reading that I do.

A star next to a title means

I loved it through and through.

 

You’d think that I’d remember,

If I liked a book a lot,

All the characters and settings

And, most naturally, the plot. 

 

But brain cells die off every day

And often just a week

Is all it takes for what I’ve read

To hide where I can’t seek.

 

So what to do now in the midst

Of this once-finished text?

I’ll start on Chapter 7;

I’ve no clue what happens next.