A little poem my Great Grandpa had that made me laugh. Hope it makes you laugh. :) (:
"Just a line to say I'm living
That I'm not among the dead,
Tho' I'm getting more forgetful
And more mixed up in the head.
For sometimes I can't remember,
When I stand at the front of the stairs
If I must go up for something
Or, If I've just come down from there.
Before the fridge so often
My poor mind is filled w/ doubt,
Have I just put the food away,
Or have I come to take some out?
And, then there's times when it's dark out,
W/ 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 to you
There's no need in getting sore,
I may think I've already written
And don't want to be a bore.
So, remember that I do love you
And wish that you were here.
Now it's getting near mail-time
So, I must say 'Good bye, m'dear.'
There I stood beside the mail box
W/ a face so very red.
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I had opened it instead!"
-Kolten V. Anderson