This Poem is for my OLD friends! Just a line to say Im living and that Im not among the dead. Though Im getting more forgetful and mixed up in the head. Ive gotten used to my arthritis and to my dentures Im resigned. I can manage my bifocals but God, I miss my mind. Sometimes I cant remember when I stand at the foot of the stairs, If I have to go up for something or have I just come down from there. Before the fridge so often my poor mind is filled with doubt, Have I just put food away or have I come to take something out. And there are times when I wake up and its dark with my nightcap on my head I dont know if Im retiring or just getting out of bed. So, it its my turn to write you theres no need for getting sore, I may think that I have written and dont want to be a bore. Just remember that I love you and wish that you were near. Well, now its nearly mail time so must say goodbye my dear. Now here I stand beside the mailbox with my face so very red. Instead of mailing you my letter, I just opened it instead.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 14:13:27 +0000
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