Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
I have a poem for that-
Still…
sometimes I
forget your
birthday but
every day I
remember you.
It’s a “real” thing. Like Kwanza or Juneteenth
“I Forgot Day was founded by Gay Anderson from Indiana. During a time in her life when she frequently forgot even simple things, she became known for forgetting significant dates like her daughter’s birthday and her own wedding anniversary. Rather than stress over her forgetfulness, Anderson created this day as a way to embrace it. Interestingly, she started celebrating her daughter’s birthday and wedding anniversary on July 2 as part of the tradition.“