A Little Mixed Up :

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.

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 foot of stair, If I must go up for something, Or if I've just come down from there, And before the frig so often My poor mind is filled with doubt Have I just put food away, or Have I come to take some out.

And they're times when it is 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 of getting sore I may think that I have written, And 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."

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There I stood beside the mail box With a face so very red,
Instead of mailing you a letter, I had opened it instead !

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