The Index is Gone

Since childhood I have been like a sponge,

From breakfast to dinner to teatime and lunch,

I read and studied and memorized all I could,

All my life this I did, since early childhood,

As a man I became and was a walking database,

I knew it all, an encyclopedia, a full bookcase,

I grew older, all the data still there no doubt,

Still I know the answers, but they do not come out,

I now understand, as you grow older your data stays,

However, your index, your table of contents lost its ways,

I am now as a book full of info, but the index is misplaced,

Between my ears, I might as well be keeping tomato paste,