Just a line to say I'm living,That I am not among the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful, And mixed up in the head.
I've got used to my Arthritis, To my Dentures I'm resigned.
I can cope with my bi-focals, But ye gods,- I miss my mind.
Sometimes I can't remember, When I'm standing by the stair,
If I should be going up for something, Or have just come down from there.
And before the fridge so often, My mind is full of doubt.
Now did I put some food away, Or come to take some out.
So, remember I do love you,and I wish that you lived near,
And now it's time to post this letter, and say goodbye my dear.
At last I stand beside the post box, and my face it is quite red.
Instead of posting this to you,I've opened it instead.

cheers Penny

That is funny Penny.I get forgetful at times its awful but have to laugh.

Good one penny.

Glad I am not the only one!

Well done Penny.

Think we have all had these days

Ther is nothing the matter with me,Im as healthy as I can be.
Ihave arthritis in both my knees,and when I talk I talk with a wheeze
My pulse is weak,and my blood is thin,But Im awfully well for the shape Im in.
Arch supports I have for my feet,or I wouldnt be able to be on the street
Sleep is denied me night after night,But every morning I find Im alright.
My memory is failing,my heads in a spin,But Im awfully well for the state Im in.
The moral is this as my tale I unfold,,that for you and me who are growing old
Its better to say"Im fine " with a grin,than let folks know the shape we are in.
How do I know that my youth is all spent?Well my 'Get up and go' has got up and went.
But I really dont mind when I think with a grin of all the grand places my 'Got Up has bin'
Old age is golden Ive heard it said,But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed.
With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a cup,my eyes on a table until I wake up.
Ere sleep oertakes me,I say to myself,is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?When I was young my slippers were red and I could kick my heels over my head,
When I was older my slippers were blue but I could still dance the whole night through
Now my slpppers are black ,and I walk to ste store and puff my way back.
But I get up each morning and dust off my wits,and pick up the paper and read the 'Obits
If my name is still missing I know Im not dead,So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed

Brilliant, I love it. thank you Lavonne, cheers Penny

Thanks, Penny and Lavonne for a couple of big grins.

Yes bo th good

Great stuff!