Just a line to say I'm living that I'm not among the dead Though I'm getting more forgetful and missed up in my head
I got used to my arthritis to my dentures I'm 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 come to take some out?And there's a time when it is dark with my nightcap on my head, I don't know if I'm retiring, or just getting out of bed
POST OFFICE
So, if it's my turn to write you there's no need for getting sore, I may think 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, dear.
There I stand beside the mailbox with a face so very red, Instead of mailing you my letter I opened it.