Goldie Amy Smith
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A Little Mixed Up
Just a line to say I’m living
That I’m not among the dead.
Tho I’m getting more forgetful,
And mixed up in my head.
For sometimes I can’t remember
When I stand at the foot of the stairs
If I must go up for something,
Or if I just came down from there.
And before the frig so often
My poor mind is filled with doubt
Have I just put food away?
Or was I about to take food out?
I don’t know why my brain is fuzzy,
Could be the number of my years.
I won’t fret too much about it,
Or shed too many tears.
Because life’s to short, I ...