Befuddled 


			Just a line to say I’m living,
			That I’m not amongst the dead.
			Though I’m getting more forgetful
			and mixed up in my head.

			I’ve got used to my arthritis,
			to my figure I’m resigned.
			I can cope with my bifocals,
			but, ye gods, I miss my mind.

			Sometimes - I can’t remember
			when I’m standing by the stair,
			if I’m 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.

			If it’s not my turn to write Dear,
			I hope you wont get sore.
			I think I may have written
			and don’t want to be a bore.

			So remember I do love you,
			and wished that you lived near.
			But now it’s time to mail this,
			and say goodbye my Dear.

			I stand beside the mailbox,
			and my face, it sure is red.
			Instead of posting this to you,
			I’ve opened it instead!!!