BadFisherman Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

Just a line to say I'm living, that I'm not among the dead. Though I'm getting more forgetful and something's slipping in my head;

I got used to arthritis, to my dentures I'm resigned. I can manage my bifocals, but oh, how much I miss my mind.

For sometimes I cannot remember when I stand atop the stairs, if I must go down for something, or if I've just come up from there.

And before the fridge, so often my mind is filled with nagging doubt. Have I just put food away, or have I come to take some out.

I called a friend not long ago. When they answered I just moaned. I hung up quickly without speaking, for I'd forgotten who I'd phoned.

And when the darkness falls upon me, I stand alone and scratch my head. I don't know if I'm retiring, or just getting out of bed?

Once I stood in my own bathroom, Wondering if I'd used the pot. I flushed it just in case, I had And sat down just in case I'd not.

So, now if it's my turn to write you. There's no need for getting sore. It may be that I think I've written And don't need to write no more.

Rutinbuck Loc: Haysville, Kansas

That all sounds pretty much like me. Thanks BF for the reminders.

BadFisherman Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

It's the very least I could do.