The Angelus Online

Grin and Bear It

Just a line to say I'm living
that I'm not among the dead;
though I'm getting more forgetful
and more mixed up in my head.

At times I can't remember,
when standing by the stair;
if I must go up for something...
or have I just come down from there?

And before the 'frig' real often,
my poor mind fills with doubt.
Have I just put the food away,
or have I come to take it out?

Sometimes when it's dark outside,
with nightcap 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 thought that I had written twice
and I didn't want to bore.

Please remember that I love you,
and I wish that you were here;
now it's nearly mailing time,
so I must say 'Good-bye my dear.'

Here I stand beside the mailbow,
with my face so-o very red;
instead of mailing you my letter
I've opened it instead!