Just a line to say I'm living,
that I'm not among the dead;
though I'm getting more forgetful
and more mixed up in the head;
for sometimes I can't remember
when I stand at the bottom 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 minds so filled with doubt,
have I just put food away,
or am about to take some out?
And then there's the time, when it gets dark out,
with my night cap on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring,
or just getting out of bed.
So, if its my turn to write to you
there's no need to get sore;
I may think I have written
and don't want to be a bore.
So remember, I do love you all,
and wish that you were here;
But, now, it's nearly mail time
so I must say "Goodbye my dears"
Here I stand beside the mail box,
with a face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I have opened it instead!
I'm getting used to my bifocal glasses,
and my hearing aid fits just fine,
I do enjoy my dentures.