A LITTLE MIXED UP

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 the head.

For,sometimes I can't remember,
when I stand at the foot of the stair,
If I must go up for something,
or if I've just come down from there.

And before the frig' , so often,
My poor mind is filled with doubt,
Have I just put food away, or
Have I come to take some out.

And then there's time when its dark out,
with my night cap on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring,
or just got out of bed.

So, If its my turn to writr you,
Theres's no need in getting sore,
I may think I have writtrn,
And don't want to be a bore,

So, remember - I do love you,
And I wish that you were here;
But now, its nearly mail time,
So I must say goodbye dear.

There I stood beside the mailbox,
With a face very red,
Instead of mailing tou my letter,
I had opened it instead.

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Ian Wilson
Signmaker Toowoomba City Council
Cnr Anzac Ave & Stephen st
Toowoomba Queensland Australia
may all your toubles be little ones
The man that never make a mistake never makes anything

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"If it isn't fun, why do it?"
Signmike@aol.com
Mike Languein
Doctor of Letters
BS, MS, PhD
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You know what BS is, MS is More of the Same, and it's Piled Higher and Deeper here