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I was reminded,
by a good friend,
to get out and about,
if I wanted my sadness to end.

Here is an observation of yesterday,
at the Crossroad Mall, in Bellevue.
I noticed several older men, flying solo,
with a faraway look in their eyes.

Alone? Lonely? Why? Looking for companionship,
may be the reason. Few of use want to be alone,
or not have someone to talk to.
I've noticed, for me that it's a bigger issue than
I had thought it was.

I made an escape from the Senior Living facility,
where I reside. I like it there but it's like family,
and the last place I want to be to seek companionship,
is there. Not because of the people but due to the
close proximity of a place, where this little privacy.
Everyone knows what everyone is doing. Not for me,
although I do have many friends there who I love
like siblings. Thank you for reading this short ditty
of life at a late age in life.

It's the wee hours of the morning,
when I hear the scratch of pen,
on my paper notebook.
It was early but day has began.

What other reason,
can there be, in this life,
then wanting to be happy,
while diminishing our strife?

I write. I pray,
for just one more time,
from what was lost,
is returned. It's mine.

I loved my wife
more than words could say.
For 66 years
I love her every single day.

There was a time
when the following words,
were a reality. Unfortunately,
they're no longer there.

Losing one's mind,
not hard to do.
Finding it again,
hard work for you.

Check the hidden spots,
in your head.
Look for sorrow,
helplessness is dead.

Will you love me tomorrow,
the same as yesterday
or will you leave in the night,
while running away?

When I write about love,
I will write about you,
all the things you are
and all the things you do.

My thoughts of you,
are so bittersweet.
I hope in this next life,
we live, we will meet.

When memories fail, to deliver,
at an emotional time.
When all the voices, in the World,
aren't able to realign.

a touch of humor,
of sorts, on this
Sunday morning.

It doesn't matter,
what you may have done.
I'll always remember you.

A remembrance of
a cold morning, as
I attempted to catch
a Steelhead. Please enjoy.

Along this path,
to certain oblivion,
when emotions run high,
with no solution.

What will the outcome be,
if we fail to take action,
when dealing with the great
unwashed faction?