To My Dear Sir

Sir, you're going way too fast,
Whirls tell me you've passed.
Sir, such a speedy recovery
Harms greatly my memory.

I can't remember how you were,
Remembering myself is harder.
Jolt my memory, if you please,
Sir, help unfold my mind's crease.

I cannot remember why you
Left. Tell me now, tell me true,
What grave mistake did I do?
You can't have forgotten too.

So tell me Sir, if you can,
Why did you suddenly ban
All connections, I now resort
To write to enter your fort.

Sir, I address you with respect,
And that means you're perfect.
Not universally, just to illiterate me
I'm hoping now you begin to see;

That, Sir, t'was never my fault,
I wasn't the one to make you halt.
T'was naught but your pride, Sir,
That made proud you even prouder.

If you'd realised that, Sir, perhaps
You wouldn't have faded like maps,
Useful for some time, after which
As blank pieces they the floor reach.

So, Sir, I urge you to reconsider,
No one but me is willing to shelter
One like you. So, lower the saddle stirrup,
Because, sir, you can fall from so high up.