Just a line to say I'm living,
That I'm not among the dead.
Tho' I'm getting more forgetful,
And more mixed up in the 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.

And before the "fridge" so often
My poor mind is filled with doubt-
Have I just put the food away,
Or have I come to take it out?

And then at times, when it's dark outside
And 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 I've already written
And so don't want to be a bore.

So remember that I think of you
And wish that you were here.
And, now the mailman's coming,
So I must say "Good Bye, My Dear".

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

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