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.
For
sometimes I can't remember
When
I stand at the foot of the stairs,
If
I must go up for something,
Or
have just come down from there.
And
before the refrigerator so often,
My
mind is filled with doubt.
Have
I come to put the food away,
Or
have I come to take it out?
And
at times when it is dark,
With
a 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
is no need of getting sore.
I
may think that I have written,
And
don't want to be a bore.
So
remember I do love you,
And
I wish that you were here.
But
now it's nearly mail time,
So
I must say goodbye, my dear.
So
I stand beside the mailbox,
With
a face so very red.
Instead
of mailing you my letter,
I
had opened it instead!
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