Just a line
Tuesday, June 03, 2014
Just a line to say I'm living,
That I'm not among the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful,
and more mixed up in the head.
For sometimes I can't remember
When I stand at the foot of the stair,
If I must go up for something
Or I'v just come down from there.
And before the fridge so often
My poor mind is full of doubt...
Have I just put some food away,
Or have I come to take some out?
And then there's times when it is dark out,
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 in getting sore
I may think that I've written
and don't want to be a bore.
So remember that I love you
And wish that you were here,
But now it's nearly mail time
So I must say goodbye my dear.
Here I stand beside the mail box
With my face so very red
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I have opened it instead.