Poem for FOGs

Just a note to say I'm living,
That I am not among the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful
and mixed up in the head.
I got used to my arthritis,
To my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals
But gosh 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.
So if it's my turn to write you
there's no need for getting sore,
I may think that I have written
and don't want to be a bore.
Just remember that I love you
And wish that you were near
Now it's nearly mail time
So I must say goodbye, my dear.
Here I stand beside the mailbox
With a face so very red.
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I have opened it instead.