So Noted

So Noted

I was embarrassed

when classmates asked

to borrow my notes.

They were hard to

read and only meant

for use by me.

They were keys that

triggered what had been said.

I kept that in my head.

That system no longer

works for me.

My memory isn't as good

as it used to be and

I can never find the keys.

This poem was written in response to the prompt "learning" on Robert Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides blog. Robert provides a prompt every Wednesday.

Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day

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