Just a line to say I'm living,
That I'm not among the dead

Though I'm getting more forgetful
And something's slipping in my head;

I got used to arthritis,
To my dentures I'm resigned.

I can manage my bifocals,
But oh, how much I miss my mind.

For sometimes I cannot remember
When I stand atop the stairs,

If I must go down for something
Or if I've just come up from there.

And before the fridge, so often
My mind is filled with nagging doubt.

Have I just put food away, or
Have I come to take some out.

I called a friend not long ago,
When they answered I just moaned.

I hung up quickly without speaking,
For I'd forgotten who I'd phoned.

And when the darkness falls upon me
I stand alone and scratch my head.

I don't know if I'm retiring,
Or just getting out of bed?

Once I stood in my own bathroom,
Wondering if I'd used the pot.

I flushed it just in case I had
And sat down just in case I'd not.

So, now if it's my turn to write you.
There's no need for getting sore.

It may be that I think I've written
And don't need to write no more.

Now I stand beside the mail box
With a face so very red

Instead of mailing you the letter
I have opened it instead.

~~ Author Unknown ~~

There are only two things in life to worry about:

Whether you are well
or whether you are sick.

If you are well,
then there is nothing to worry about.

But if you are sick,
there are only two things to worry about:

Whether you are going to get well or whether you are going to die.

If you get well,
then there is nothing to worry about.

But if you die,
there are only two things to worry about:

Whether you are going to go to heaven or whether you are going to go to hell.

If you go to heaven,
then you have nothing to worry about.

But if you go to hell,
you'll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends,
that you won't have time to worry!

So, Why Worry?

Be Happy!

~~ Author Unknown ~~