|Losing My Memory
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 my head.
For sometimes I can't remember,
When I stand at the foot of the stair,
If I must go up for something
Or if I've just come down from there.
Standing before the fridge so often
My poor mind is full of doubt.
Have I just put food away
Or have I come to take some out?
There are 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 in getting sore.
I may think that I have written
And I 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 goodbye, my Dear.
Here I stand beside the mailbox
With my face so very red;
Instead of mailing you this letter
I opened it instead...
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