~I Must Be Getting Old~
Just a line to say I'm living,
that I am not among the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful,
and mixed up in my head.
I got used to my arthritis,
to my dentures I am resigned.
I can manage my bifocals,
but 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 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 just come to take some out?
And there are 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 to be getting sore
I may think I have written
and don't want to be a bore.
Remember that I love you,
and wish you were near.
But now it is nearly mail time,
so I must say goodbye, my dear.
There I stand beside my mailbox,
with face so very red.
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I have opened it instead !
~author unknown~
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