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!

This joke is filed under Funny Stories.