A Little Mixed Up

Just a line to say I'm living,

That I'm not among the dead.

Though I'm getting more forgetful

And more mixed up in the head!

For sometimes I can't remember,

When I stand at foot of stairs,

If I must go up for something,

Or if I've 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's times when it is dark out,

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 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 good-bye my dear.

There I stood beside the mail box

With a face so very red

Instead of mailing you my letter,

I had opened it instead!!

My bifocals fit~~
my dentures are fine

My hearing aid works....
but....I do miss my mind!!

Author Unknown