| GETTING OLD. ____________ 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've got used to my arthritis To my dentures I'm resigned I can manage my bi-focals But, oh God, I miss my mind! Sometimes I can't remember When I'm standing by the stairs If I should be going up for something Or if I've just come down from there. And before the fridge so often My mind is filled with doubt Now did I put some food away Or come to take it out? Sometimes when it's night-time With my nightcap on my head I don't know if I'm retiring Or just getting out of bed. If it's not my turn to write dear I hope you won't get sore I think I may have written And don't want to be a bore. So remember, I do love you And wished that you lived near But now it's time to mail this And say good-bye, my dear. At last I stood beside the mailbox My face it sure turned red Instead of mailing this to you I opened it instead. Author unknown. |
To His Beloved (The church) ______________________ You have opened to me |
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