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 mixed up in the head.

For something I can't remember
When I stand at the foot of the stair
If I must go up for something
Or 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's dark outside,
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 in getting sore
I may think that I have written
And don't want to be a bore!

So remember, ______, I love you,
And how I wish you were here
But now it's nearly mail time,
So I must say "Goodbye, My Dear".

Here I stand beside the mailbox
With my face so very red
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I have opened it instead!

 
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                Author Unknown