Just a line to say I am living
That I am not among the dead
Though I am getting more forgetful
And more mixed up in the head!
For sometimes I cannot 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 is time when it is dark out
With my night cap on my head
I do not know if I am retiring
Or just getting out of bed.
So if it's my turn to write you
There is no need in getting sore
I think that I have written
And do not 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 "Goodbye dear".
There I stood beside the mailbox
With a face so very red!
Instead of mailing your letter
I had opened it instead!!!
- Author Unknown
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Friday, January 11, 2013
Friday, December 7, 2012
Friday Funny
Mirror, mirror on the wall
You're no good to me at all!
When I look into your space
And see the reflection of my face
Is that person that I see
Is that person really me?
Sure, I know it's been a while
Since I was called a juvenile
But I really feel the same
'cept I'm stiff and a little lame
Hairs turned gray, getting thin
Lots of wrinkles and a double chin.
But I'm really feeling fine,
Work at something all the time.
Still I wonder when I see
That reflection that is me,
Which one of us is really real,
The one I see or the one I feel?
- Gertrude Young
You're no good to me at all!
When I look into your space
And see the reflection of my face
Is that person that I see
Is that person really me?
Sure, I know it's been a while
Since I was called a juvenile
But I really feel the same
'cept I'm stiff and a little lame
Hairs turned gray, getting thin
Lots of wrinkles and a double chin.
But I'm really feeling fine,
Work at something all the time.
Still I wonder when I see
That reflection that is me,
Which one of us is really real,
The one I see or the one I feel?
- Gertrude Young
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