Someone asked for a repeat so here it is: I want name any names here. But here it is. I have always though it was a cute story. Fred A Little Mixed Up Just a line to say I'm living That I'm not among the dead; That's I'm getting more forgetful And more mixed up in the head. For sometime, I can't remember, When I stand at the stair, If I'm going up for something, Or I've just come from up there. And before the "fridge" so often, My poor mind is filled with doubt, Have I just put the food away, Or have I come to take some out? Then there's times, It's dark out, with my night cap on my head, I don't know if I retiring, Or just getting out of bed. So if it's my turn to write you, There is no need in getting sore, I may think that I've written And don't want to be a bore. So just remember "that I love you" And I wish that you were here; And now it's nearly mail time, So I must say "Good-bye dear." P.S. There I stood beside the mail box, With a face so red, I should have mailed you my letter, But I opened it instead. Speaking of getting old Please Visit our Amputee Support Web Site at http://ampsupport.com