A Little Mixed Up

Dear Friend,

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 the head.

I got used to my arthritis, to my dentures I'm resigned,

I can manage my bifocals, but man, I miss my mind!!!

Sometimes I can't remember when I stand at the foot of the stairs,

If I must go up for something or if I've just come down from there.

I stand before the fridge at times, my poor mind filled with doubt,

Have I come to put food away, or come to take some out?

There are times when it is dark, and with my night-cap 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.

I do know that I miss you and wish that you were near,

And now it's nearly mail time so I must say goodbye, my dear.

Now I'm standing beside the mail box with a face so very red,

Instead of mailing this letter to you, I've opened it instead!!!

(Author unknown)