Letter To I Don't Remember Whom

Just a line to say I'm living, that I'm not among the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful and something is slipping in my head;

I got used to arthritis, to my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals, but oh, how much I miss my mind.

For sometimes I cannot remember when I stand atop the stairs,
If I must go down for something, or if I've just come up from there.

And before the fridge, so often my mind is filled with nagging doubt.
Have I just put food away, or have I come to take some out.

I called a friend not long ago, when he answered I just moaned.
I hung up quickly without speaking, for I'd forgotten whom I'd phoned.

And when the darkness falls upon me I stand alone and scratch my head.
I don't know if I'm retiring, or just getting out of bed?

Once I stood in my own bathroom, wondering if I'd used the pot.
I flushed it just in case I had, and sat down just in case I'd not.

So, now if it's my turn to write you. there's no need for getting sore;
It may be that I think I've written, and don't need to write no more.

Now I stand beside the mail box With a face so very red
Instead of mailing you the letter, I have opened it instead.

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