Life is Confusing Sometimes

submitted by Helen Webb - Author unknown.

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 my arthritis

To dentures I'm resigned

I can manage my bifocals

But, Oh God; how I miss my mind

Sometimes I can't remember

When I stand upon the stair

If I am going up for something

Or have I just come down from there?

Before the fridge so often

My mind is filled with doubt

Now have I put some food away

Or have I come to take it out.

Sometimes when it is night time

With my night cap on my head

I don't know if I'm retiring

Or have just got out of bed.

If it is my turn to write

I hope you wont get sore

I think I may have written

And don't want to be a bore

So remember I do think of you

And wish that you were near

But now it's time to mail this

So I'll say goodbye my dear

At last I stand before the mailbox

My face I'm sure is bright red

Instead of mailing this to you

I've just opened it instead

This poem came to me in 1971 while away from home in the N.A.A.F.I.
I do not know the original writer nor did my friends Grandmother who sent it to me .but it always makes me think - Helen