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've gotten used to my Arthritis;
To my dentures I'm resigned;
I can manage my bi-focals but,
Oh God, how 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 if I've just come down from there.

And before the fridge,
So often, my poor mind is filled with doubt...
Have I just put the food away, or,
Have I come to take some out?

So, if it's my turn to write to 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, I do love you and
I wish that you were near,
But now's nearly mail-time,
So I must say "good-bye, Dear".

There I stood beside the mailbox,
With a face so very red...
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I had opened it instead!!!