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 my head.
I've got used to my arthritis,
to my dentures I'm resigned. I can manage my bifocals, But, Oh 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 I've just come down from there.
And before the fridge, so often My poor mind is filled with doubt Have
I just put food away, or have I come to take some out?
And there's times
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 you getting sore, I may think that I have written and don't want
to be a bore.
So remember, I do love you, And wish that you were near
But it's nearly mail time, So must say, "Goodbye Dear" Love, Me
P.S. Here I stand beside the mailbox With face so very red, Instead of mailing
you my letter, I've opened it instead ! ! ! Author Unknown
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