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 dentures I'm resigned
I can manage my bifocals
But, Oh God; I miss my mind.
Sometimes I can't remember
When I stand upon the stair
If I'm going up for something
Or I've just come down from there?
Before the fridge so often
My mind is filled with doubt
Have I put some food away?
Or come to take it out?
Sometimes when it's night time
With my woolly cap upon my head
I don't know if I'm retiring
Or have just got out of bed!
If it is my turn to write
I hope you won't get sore
I think I may have written
And don't want to be a bore.
So remember I do think of you
And wish that you were near
But now it's time to mail this
So I'll say goodbye my dear.
At last I stand before the mail box
My face I'm sure; bright red
Instead of sending this to you
I've opened it instead!
