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It's just a note to let you know,
I'm not among the dead;
I'm getting more forgetful,
And mixed up in my head.
Sometimes I can't remember,
When standing by the stair;
Was I going up for something,
Or coming down from there?
And when I'm standing by the 'fridge,
My mind is filled with doubt;
Did I just put the food away,
Or come to take some out?
I always lose my car keys,
And have some mental crashes;
My pocketbook is always missing,
Along with reading glasses.
And when it's getting dark outside,
I scratch my scrawny head;
Don't know if I'm retiring,
Or getting out of bed.
I'm standing by the mailbox,
My face is turning red;
Instead of mailing you this letter,
I've opened it instead.
Love,
Maude
Senior Moments (© 2004) by Charles W. Cook
About the author: Charles Cook (my father-in-law) is 65 this year and has survived a heart transplant. After growing up in rural North Georgia, he moved to Middle Georgia where he taught school for many years. He is a gifted poet and, more importantly, is one of the kindest men I've ever had the honor of knowing. If you are interested in reading more of his poetry, please feel free to contact me and we will put you in touch with him.
© 2004, Law Office of David L. McGuffey, LLC
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