I FORGET


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 MY HEAD


I‘VE GOTTEN USED TO MY ARTHRITIS TO MY DENTURES I‘M RESIGNED I CAN MANAGE MY BI-FOCALS


BUT, OH GOD, HOW I MISS MY MIND FOR SOMETIMES I CAN NOT REMEMBER


WHEN I STAND AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS IF I MUST GO UP FOR SOMETHING


OR IF I‘VE JUST COME DOWN FROM THERE


AND BEFORE THE FRIDGE I SO OFTEN STAND MY POOR MIND FILLED WITH DOUBT HAVE I JUST PUT THE FOOD AWAY OR HAVE I COME TO TAKE SOME OUT?


AND THERE‘S TIMES WHEN IT‘S DARK WITH MY NIGHTCAP ON MY HEAD I DON‘ KNOW IF I‘M RETIRING OR JUST GETTING OUT OF BED


SO, IF IT‘S MY TURN TO WRITE TO YOU THERE‘S NO NEED FOR GETTING SORE I MAY THINK THAT I HAVE WRITTEN AND DON‘T WANT TO BE A BORE


SO DO REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOU AND WISH THAT YOU WERE NEAR BUT NOW IT‘S NEARLY MAIL TIME SO MUST SAY GOODBYE, 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!!!!


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