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 mixed up in the head.
For sometimes, I can't remember
When I stand at the foot of the stair
If I must go up for something
Or have I 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's dark
With my nightcap 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 in 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 near.
But now it's nearly mail time
So I must say "Goodbye Dear."
There I stood beside my mailbox
With a face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter
I had opened it instead.
I've got used to my arthritis,
To my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals
But Oh God, I miss my mind!
Tags: Confused Mixed Up Forgetful Mind Old Age Poem Poetry
