So I forgot

[Guest guest]

just a line to say I'm living,

that I'm not among the dead,

though I'm getting more forgetful

and mixed up within my head.

I got used to my arthritis,

to my dentures I'm resigned.

I can manage my bifocals,

but I sure do miss my mind.

For sometimes I can't remember

when at the foot of the stairs I stand,

if I must go up for something

or have 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 are 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 I must say " Good-bye, Dear. "

PS: Here I stand beside the mailbox

with a face so very red ---

instead of mailing you my letter,

I have opened it instead!

FredG