Author Unknown
Just a line to say I'm living
that I'm not among the dead
Though I'm getting more forgetful
and mixed up in the head,
I got used to my arthritis, to my
dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals, But God I miss my mind.
For sometimes I can't remember when
I stand at the foot of the stairs,
If I must go up for something, or
have I just come down from there.
And before the fridge so often, my
poor mind is filled with doubt,
Have I just put food aways, or have I
come to take some out.
And there's time when it is dark
with my nightcap on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring, or
just getting out of bed.
So, if it's my turn to write you,
there's no need for getting sore,
I may think that I have written, and
don't want to be a bore.
So, remember that I love you,
and wish that you were near.
But now it's nearly mail time
So I must say goodbye dear.
Now I stand beside the mail box,
with a face so very red.
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I have opened it instead.
Have you ever thought of what cartoon character reminded you of yourself, Mine is Eeyore because no matter how bad it gets he never gives up.
Author Unknown
When things go wrong
as they sometimes will,
when the road you're
trudging seems all up hill,
when the funds are low
and the debts are high
and you want to smile
but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing
you down a bit,
rest if you must
but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its
twists and turns,
as everyone of us
sometimes learns,
and many a failure
turns about
when he might have won
had he stuck it out;
don't give up though
the pace seems slow-
you may succeed
with another blow.
Success is failure
turned inside out-
the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
and you never can tell
how close you are,
it may be near
when it seems so far;
so stick to the fight
when you're hardest hit-
it's when things seem worst
that you must not quit.
By Anne Stortz
When all the world is looming dark
and things seem not so clear,
when shadows seem to hover 'round
Lord, may I perservere.
When it seems everything's been tried
and there's no way to go,
just let me keep remembering
sometimes the journey's slow.
I may just need to stop and rest
along the path I trod,
a time to try to understand
and have my talk with God.
As I gain new strength to carry on
without a doubt or fear,
somehow I know things will be right,
and so, I perservere.
