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Just a note to say I'm living, that I'm
not among the dead
although I'm getting more forgetful and I'm mixed up in the head
I've got used to my arthritis, to my dentures
I'm resigned
I can cope with my bifocals but, ye-gods, I miss my mind
There are times I can't remember, when I'm
standing by the stair
if I intended going up or, just come down from there
And, before the Fridge sometimes, my mind
is full of doubt
now, have I put some food away or come to take some out
If it's not my turn to write to you I hope
you wont get sore
I may think that I have written and don't want to be a bore
So remember, I still think of you and wish
you lived lo-cal
but now its time to mail this, and to say ‘goodbye old pal'
As I stand beside the post box, my face,
it sure is red
Instead of posting this to you I've opened it, instead !
C.Hay 1998
