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