Just a line to say I'm living, <br />that I'm not among the dead, <br />though I'm getting more forgetful <br />and mixed up in the head. <br /> <br />I got used to my arthritis, <br />to my dentures I'm resigned, <br />I can manage my bifocals <br />but God I miss my mind, <br /> <br />For sometimes I can't remember, <br />when I stand at the foot of the stairs, <br />if I must go up for something, <br />or have just come down from there. <br /> <br />And before the fridge so often, <br />my poor mind is filled with doubt, <br />have I just put food away, <br />or have I come to take some out? <br /> <br />So if it's my turn to write to you, <br />there's no need for getting sore, <br />I may think that I have written <br />and don't want to be a bore. <br /> <br />So, remember that I love you <br />and wish that you were near <br />but now it's nearly mail time <br />so I must say good-bye dear, <br /> <br />There I stand beside the mailbox <br />with a face so very red, <br />instead of mailing you my letter, <br />I opened it instead!<br /><br />Bridgid Patrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-mans-lament/
