Just a line to say I'm living
that I'm not among the dead
though I'm getting more forgetful
& mixed up in my head

I got used to my arthritis
to my dentures I'm resigned
I can manage my bifocals
but Lord 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 away
or have I come to take some out ????

And there are times when it is dark
with my nightcap on my head
I dont 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 my dear

P.S.

Here I stand beside the mailbox
with a face so very red
instead of mailing you my letter
I have opened it instead