poem -a little mix up

Just a line to say I am living,that I am not among the dead.
Though I am getting more forgetful,and 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 have 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
time when it was dark out with my night cap on my head.
I don,t know if I am retiring ,or just getting out of bed,
So if its my turn to write you,there"s no need in getting sore.
I may think that I wrote you,but I just don,t really know.


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