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Being in my room,
the only interaction,
is with the food servers,
who do not want to be
in close contact with thee.

I long to see my wife,
who is in Memory Care,
but thankfully, is testing,
Negative, unlike me,
who has tested positive,
twice in 5 days.

Is this a way of life,
if this can be called living.

A fiery fold,
a ragged edge,
once banned,
now could be said.

Stay with me,
forever, today,
into the morrow,
What's to say?

You, caught me,
months ago,
wanting to see you,
nowhere to go.

Will you
still love me,
when I'm
old and grey?

Life's hourglass,
running out
of sand,
of time.

It won't
be long
and I will
be gone.

Every Life

Posted by MFish Profile 02/20/23 at 10:12PM Share Lifestyle See more by MFish

Every life has a beginning,
like the songs we sing.
Start your life with laughter
and to your song, bring.

All the desires, for tomorrow,
of this you should always bring
information, which is specific,
to all your songs, to sing.

Using words of pleasure
which make your head ring,
creates the aura of your soul
tugging at our heart strings.

When all of the tomorrows,
have passed and gone away,
may we remain here on earth,
to sing, laugh and play.

What are the costs
for all the baggage we bring,
in everything we know,
even in the saddest thing.

Across the broad Pacific,
the sea was my home.
My great Uncle Sam,
allowed me to roam.

Travelling to islands,
largely, to me, unknown.
My bunk, my sanctuary,
sailing across sea foam.

Awake, in the morning,
dolphins swam alongside,
while flying fish,
came along for the ride.

Some mornings, cheery,
grey whales were near.
The noise, when breaching,
a great sound to hear.

How many adventures,
where there told,
when I went to sea,
at 20 years old,

A Comment by Loy

Your avatar
Loy • 02/20/2023 at 11:40PM • Like 1 Profile

❤️ Sweet!

Stay with me, now,
sweet lady, mine,
it's you I long for,
your voice is divine.

I sit on my bed,
the room is cold.
I write these words,
which never gets old.

Each word, I write,
each breath, I take,
moving to the breach
of a life, I forsake.

I will think often,
of these words I compose.
The more I understand,
your life, as a Rose.

Quit looking for content,
trying to understand me.
I am who I am.
It's who I must be.

Will you still love me,
when the brains in my head
have turned to mush,
still alive but not dead?

Writing of days, yonder,
before our time began,
is difficult, in telling,
of a first one-night stand.

There was something exciting,
a rendezvous, a scene,
straight from the movies.
Thank you, James Dean.

A small cafe, a cozy room.
He was meeting someone,
in the rear, by the door.
A planned meet to become,

the richest moment,
in this young man's life.
An exciting event,
meeting his wife.

A love of remembering,
a place of romance,
to be repeated,
as Life's last, slow dance.

Words flow from my head,
by my choice, not chance.
Longing for my love
at life's final dance.

A Comment by Loy

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Loy • 02/20/2023 at 11:45PM • Like 1 Profile

Very nice poetry tonight MFish

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