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 something I can't remember
When I stand at the foot of the stair
If I must go up for something
Or I've 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 outside,
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 love you,
And how I wish you were here
But now it's nearly mail time,
So I must say "Goodbye, My Dear".
Here I stand beside the mailbox
With my face so very red
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I have opened it instead!