All too true these days! My daughter took this photo in an elevator today. In case you can’t read it, here it is:
Prescription For a Life
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.
For sometimes I can’t remember when I stand at the bottom of the stair
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 just put food away or have I come to take some out?
There are times it’s dark outside and with my night cap 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 you, there’s no need in getting sore,
I may think that I’ve written and don’t want to be a bore.
So remember I do love you and I wish that you were here,
But now it’s nearly mail time, so I must say, Good-bye, Dear.”
There I stood beside the mailbox with a face so very red.
Instead of mailing you my letter, I opened it instead.