Just a note to say Im living,

That Im not among the dead,

Though Im getting more forgetful

And mixed up in the head.

I got used to my arthritis,

To my dentures Im resigned.

I can manage my bifocals

But gosh, I miss my mind!

For sometimes I cant remember,

When I stand at the foot of the stairs,

If I must go up for something

Or have just come down from there?

And before the fridge so often,

My poor minds filled with doubt.

Have I just put food away

Or have I come to take some out?

So if its my turn to write you

Theres no need for getting sore;

I may think that I have written

And dont want to be a bore.

Just remember that I love you

And wish that you were near.

Now its nearly mail time

So I must say good bye, my dear.

Here I stand beside the mailbox

With a face so very red!

Instead of mailing you my letter,

I have opened it instead!

… Author unknown