Friday, April 04, 2008

A Little Mixed Up

When I was in st. john's I rented a basemnet of the house belong to a very kind old couple, Joyce and Gordon. They are around 83 years old and we are still in touch.
I found this poet on Joyce's fridge that her sister sent to her.

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 foot of the strairs
if I must go up for something
Or 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 came to take it out

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

So, if it is my turn to write to you
And there's no need in getting sore
I may think that I have written
And don't want to be a bore

So, remember I do love you
And I wish that you were here
And now it is nearly mail time
so I must say "Good-bye, dear"

There I stood beside the mailbox
with face so very red
instead of mailing your letter
I had opened it instead

4 comments:

Behi said...

I'm so in love with the poem :)

Hiva said...

It could be me in only few years :)

Georg said...

Bonjour Hiva,

Yes it could be everyone of us, some years later.

But not everyone is able to make this amazing poem.

Georg

Georg said...

Bonjour Hiva,

Yes it could be everyone of us, some years later.

But not everyone is able to make this amazing poem.

Georg