| Just a line to say I'm living, That I'm not among the dead; Though I'm getting more forgetful and sore mixed up in my head. At times I can't remember When standing by the stair ; If I must go up for something Or have I just come down from there? And before the "frig" real often My poor mind is filled with doubt. Have I just put food away, Or have I come to take it out? Sometimes when its dark outside With my nightcap 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 in getting sore; I thought that I'd written twice And didn't want to be a bore. Please remember that I love you And I wish that you were here; Now it's nearly mail time, So I must say"good-bye my dear". Here I stand beside the mail box, With my face so very red; INSTEAD OF MAILING YOU MY LETTER I'VE OPENED IT INSTEAD. Genius Unknown |
