Vicki's doctor's Poem Repost

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Hi gang,

Vicki posted this as an attachment, and people on digest cannot read

attachments so I am re-posting. Thanks Vicki, this is great, so true!

Hugs,

Marta

I Can’t Remember

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 my head.

I got used to my arthritis

To my dentures I’m resigned

I can manage my bifocals,

But Lord, 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’s times when it is dark,

With my night cap 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 that I have written,

And I don’t want to be a bore.

There I stand beside the mailbox,

With a face so very red.

Instead of mailing you my letter,

I opened it instead.