I Can't Remember

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

I got used to my arthritis, to my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals, but God, I miss my mind.

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


And, before the fridge so often, my poor mind is filled with doubt,
have I just put food away, or have I come to take some out?

And, there are times when it is dark, with my nightcap on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring or just getting out of bed.

Oh if only I could get the bats out of my head.