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!!