Lost Words

Just a line to say I'm living, That I'm not amongst the dead. Though I'm getting more forgetful And mixed up in the head. I've got used to my arthritis To my dentures I'm resigned I can cope with my bifocals, But oh how I miss my mind. Sometimes I can't remember When I'm standing by the stairs, If I'm going up for something; Or have just come down from there. And before the fridge so often My mind is full of doubt; Now did I put some food away, Or come to take some out? If its not my turn to write I hope you wont get sore. I may think I have written And don't want to be a bore. So remember I do love you And wished that you lived near But now its time to mail this And say "Good bye my dear" I'm standing beside the mail box And my face - it sure is red. Instead of posting this to you I've opened it instead.