I can’t remember..author unknown..

I found this in a poetry book..
and Nikki and I thought Marcia would like it.

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 God,
but, I miss my mind.

For sometimes, I can’t remember when I stand at the foot of the stairs;
If I must go up for something, or, have I just come down from there?

And before the fridge so often, my poor mind is filled with doubt;
Have I just put food away, or have I come to take some out?

And, there are times when it is dark, 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 for getting sore,
I think that I have written and don’t want to be a bore.

So remember that I love you and wish that you were near,
But now, it’s time that I must say goodbye, dear.

There I stand beside the mailbox with a face so red;
Instead of mailing you the letter, I had opened it instead.