Shall I? - Or - Have I?
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 go up for something
Or I’ve just come down from there.
And before the frig’, 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 is dark out
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 of getting sore,
I may think I have written
And don’t want to be a bore.
So, remember...I do love you,
And I wish that you were here;
But now, it is nearly mail time
So I must say: “Goodbye Dear.”
Here I stand beside the mailbox,
With my face so very red,
Instead of mailing you this letter...
I have opened it instead....