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 the foot of the stairs If I must go up for something, or I've just come down from there.
Standing 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.
There are times when it's dark out, 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 in getting sore I may think I've written And I don't want to be a bore.
So remember, I do love you And I wish that you were here, but now it's nearly mail time, so I must say good-bye dear.
There I stood besides the mailbox, with face so very red. Instead of mailing you the letter, I opened it instead.