hm, forgot what I was going to say...

[Breslauer]

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 my 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'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 there's times when it's dark out,
I've my hair net 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 in getting sore,
I may think that I have written,
And I don't want to be a bore.

So, remember that I love you,
And wish that you were here,
But now it's nearly mail time,
So I'll say "goodbye" my dear.

PS: There I stood beside the mail box,
With a face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter
I'd opened it instead.

:oops: ...almost forgot to click on "Submit"