Just a line to say I’m living

That I’m not amongst the dead

Though I’m getting more forgetful

And more mixed up in the head.

 

I’ve got used to my arthritis

To my dentures I’m resigned

I can cope with my bifocals

But ye gods I miss my mind

 

Sometimes I can’t remember

When I’m standing by the stairs

Should I go up for something?

Or have I just come down from there.

 

And before the fridge so often

My mind is full of doubt

Now did I put some food away?

Or did I take some out?

 

If it’s not my turn to write dear

I hope you won’t be sore

I think I may have written

And don’t want to be a bore.

 

So remember I do love you

And wish that you live near

And now its time to post this

And say ‘Goodbye my dear’

 

At last I stand beside the mail box

And my face it sure is red

Instead of posting this to you

I’ve opened it instead

By G Baxter