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 my head.
I've gotten use to support hose, the hearing aid in my ear,
wearing a back support and keeping my glasses near.
I got use to my arthritis, to my dentures I'm resigned,
I can manage my bifocals, but Lord, I miss my mind.
Sometimes I can't remember when I stand at the foot of the stair,
Should I go up for something or have I just come down from there?
Before the fridge so often my poor mind is filled with doubt,
Have I just put food away or have I come to take it out?
There are times when it's dark and my night cap's on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring or just getting out of bed.
So if it's my time to write you, I don't want you getting sore,
I may think I've already written and don't want to be a bore.
But remember that I love you and I wish that you were near,
And now it's nearly mail time so must say goodbye my dear.
Now I stand beside my mailbox and my face is very red,
I didn't mail to you my letter, I opened and read it instead.
