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 the 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 I come to take some out?

And there's 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 for getting sore
I may think that 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 must say goodbye my dear.
There I stand beside the mailbox
with a face so very red
Instead of mailing you the letter
I had opened it instead.

-Unknown