Just a line to say I am living
That I am not among the dead
Though I am getting more forgetful
And more mixed up in the head.
For, sometimes I can't remember
When I stand at the foot of the stairs
If I must go up for some thing
Or I have just come down from there.
And before the fridge so often
My poor mind is filled with doubt
Have I just put some food away or
Have I come to take some out.
And there's time when it is dark out
With my night cap on my head
I don't know if I am retiring
Or just getting out of bed.
So if it is my turn to write to you
There's no need in getting sore
I may think I have written
And don't want to be a bore.
So remember I love you
And wish you were here
But now it's nearly mail time
So I must say "Goodbye, dear"
There I stood beside the mail box
With a face so very red
Instead of mailing you my letter
I had opened it instead !
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