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 God, 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 a time when it is dark 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 for getting sore, I may think I have written and don’t want to be a bore

So, remember that I love you and wish that you were near. But now it’s nearly mail time so I must say goodbye, my dear.

There I stand beside the mail box with a face so very red. Instead of mailing you my letter, I opened it instead. (Anonymous)

No matter how forgetful we get, trust the Lord to keep this truth within you.

“Only give heed to yourself and keep your soul diligently, so that you do not forget the things which your eyes have seen and they do not depart from your heart all the days of your life.  (Deuteronomy 4:9)

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