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<blockquote data-quote="retired" data-source="post: 61153"><p>Ode to Old Age </p><p>Just a line to say I'm living, </p><p>That I'm not among the dead, </p><p>Though I'm getting more forgetful </p><p>And all mixed up inside my head. </p><p> </p><p>I got used to my arthritis, </p><p>To my dentures, I'm resigned. </p><p>I can manage my bifocals </p><p>But, Dear God, I miss my mind. </p><p> </p><p>Sometimes I can't remember </p><p>When I'm at the foot of stairs </p><p>If I must go up for something </p><p>Or if I've just come down from there. </p><p> </p><p>And before the fridge so often, </p><p>My poor mind is filled with doubt. </p><p>Have I put some food away in there? </p><p>Or have I come to take it out? </p><p> </p><p>And there's a time when it is dark </p><p>And I stop and hold my head. </p><p>I don't know if I'm retiring </p><p>Or just getting out of bed. </p><p> </p><p>So, if it's my turn to write you, </p><p>There's no need in getting sore. </p><p>I may think that I have written </p><p>And don't want to be a bore. </p><p> </p><p>So remember that I love you </p><p>And wish that you were near. </p><p>But now it's nearly mail time, </p><p>So must say, "Good Bye, My Dear." </p><p> </p><p>Here I stand before the mailbox </p><p>With a face so very red. </p><p>For instead of mailing you my letter, </p><p>I went and opened it instead!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="retired, post: 61153"] Ode to Old Age Just a line to say I'm living, That I'm not among the dead, Though I'm getting more forgetful And all mixed up inside my head. I got used to my arthritis, To my dentures, I'm resigned. I can manage my bifocals But, Dear God, I miss my mind. Sometimes I can't remember When I'm at the foot of stairs If I must go up for something Or if I've just come down from there. And before the fridge so often, My poor mind is filled with doubt. Have I put some food away in there? Or have I come to take it out? And there's a time when it is dark And I stop and hold 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 don't want to be a bore. So remember that I love you And wish that you were near. But now it's nearly mail time, So must say, "Good Bye, My Dear." Here I stand before the mailbox With a face so very red. For instead of mailing you my letter, I went and opened it instead! [/QUOTE]
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