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I Can't Remember

Just a line to say I'm living, that I am not among the dead, though I'm getting more forgetful and mixed up in my head. I got used to my arthritis, to my dentures I'm resigned, I can manage my bifocals, but god I miss my mind. For sometimes I can't remember when I stand at the foot of the stairs, 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 are times when it is dark with a night cap on my head, I don't know if I am retiring, or just getting out of bed. So, if its my turn to write you, there's no use getting sore. I may think that I have written, and don't want to be a bore; So, remember that I love you, and wish that you were near. But now its nearly mail time so must say good-bye dear. There I stand beside the mail box with a face so very red, instead of mailing your letter , I had opened it instead.

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