Just 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 more mixed up in the head
For sometimes I can't remember When I stand at foot of stair If I must come up for something Or I just came down from there
And before the fridge so often My poor mind filled with doubt Have I just put food away or Have I come to take it out?
And there are times when it is dark out With my night cap on my head I don't know if I'm retiring Or just got out of bed
So if it is my turn to write to you There's no need in getting sore I may think I may have written And don't want to be a bore
So remember that I do love you And wish that you were here But now it's nearly mail time So I must say Goodbye Dear
There I stood before the mail box With face so very red Instead of mailing your letter I had opened it instead