I can't remember

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.

.

I got used to my arthritis,

to my dentures I'm resigned.

I can mange my bifocals,

but, God, I miss my mind.

.

For sometimes I can't remeber

when I stand at the foot of-the-stairs,

if I must go up for something

or have I just come down from there.

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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?

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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.

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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!

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So remember that I love you

and wish that you were near,

but now it's nearly mail time,

so I mist say "Goodbye, Dear."

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P.S. Here I stand beside the mailbox

with a face so very red...

instead of mailing you my letter,

I have opened it instead!

Tekst gevonden in doos 'te bewaren' papieren, bron onbekend.
Ik vind de tekst zo supertof dat ik jullie er graag van laat meegenieten. Enjoy!
Suzanne.