It is always the same,
Who can I blame,
For the screw up and errors,
about what I did wrong.
Ah but my followers are strong
And will always go along.

I enter into the innermost corners
of my mind,
searching, ever searching
hoping I will find,
the answers to the questions,
posed many years ago.
Seeking the true meaning
of questions I don't know.

I want to travel. I want to go
to the land where the Wild Iris grows.
A peaceful place, with seas of blue.
I need to escape the thoughts of you.
You with brown eyes, silver wavy hair,
who's a joy in life is no longer there.
Dementia caused this change, I see.
You will soon no longer be with me.
The lung cancer was treated, cured just fine
but the Chemo treatment, took away your mind.
No memories of our past life and friends.
No longer the love as our life together, ends.

Your random thoughts, in early evening
are like scattering birds in a field.
There is little logic in your discussion;
nothing I understand nor can yield.
As stated before; in daytime your fine,
but when evening draws nigh, your mind
seems to wander; no place to go.
The questions you ask; are answers I don't know.

Across the bluest of Oceans,
toward a pinkish sunrise,
are adventures, most certain.
Seeing the look in your eyes,
brings me back to my childhood,
for there I can surmise,
the places of the World
which we cut down to size.

The grass is not greener
on the other side of the hill.
We could go play there,
but that's not the rule.
No gathering in crowds.
Stay locked in your home.
No more going out.
No more can we roam.

An economy before containment:
a prescription for viral disaster.
A crazy one you are
and lie you must.
May your wretched soul
soon turn to dust.

Bangers and mash,
some Shepherds pie,
taste good to me
and so I'll try,
a pint of beer,
while evening is nigh,
it will soon disappear,
as will I.

Blind obedience to what is said,
if you listen to all his lies
most of us will be dead.
What kind of man, in our town
whose lies, every day are so profound.
Put on your suit, you ridiculous clown.

It's 6 AM on a Sunday morn.
The furnace came on, once again.
I hear a noisy splatter
of a cold, falling rain.
I sit here writing, of what
I never know,
for 3 hours of sleep in not enough
to rest this aged body of mine.
Perhaps I just need to wonder,
about the way our life, went away.
Never to return, at least not today.

I'm laying awake,
looking at thee,
when I remember,
my thoughts tenderly,
of when we met
so many years ago.
How our life's changed,
today in this World,
but when I see you,
you're still a young girl.

I have long ago wondered,
of when I succumb,
it would be the result
of something, stupid or dumb.

Rose is the flower,
you wore in your hair,
when our life was of love,
not of todays despair.
What cruel fate is
here on this day,
when we are now,
in the middle of May?
Where have you gone,
what will you say,
when you no longer recall
all of our yesterdays?

A grassy knoll,
A sunny day,
A pleasant scene,
A short nap,
Now to dream.
Dream of Sunlight
And how it plays,
As our lives move;
The end of days.

My hand is aching.
So is my thumb.
Writing with Arthritis
Has to be dumb.

When evil looks you in the eye,
don't hesitate, wonder not why,
for the strength of truth,
not the weakness of a lie,
is always best; worth a try.
Step to the booth, made for you
casting your ballot. Vote Blue

Flying by the seat of your pants,
is not a National Plan.

Excuse me! I must of lost count
of all this "Winning" that's not about.

Hello my child,
come sit on my knee,
was a phrase,
that used to be.
No longer appropriate,
in this day or time,
for "Social Distancing"
is now by design.
No longer the hugs,
that meant much to me,
now a "Social Distance"
is what the rules, be.

Someone I worked with
almost every day,
would come in asking of me,
a question or two.
My usual answer,
I would say "I don't remember,
but I'll look on my desk."
This happened many times,
not just a few.
She said to me with a very nice
smile, "I'll call you Al, short for
Alzheimer, if you keep saying
that.
In my defense I would find the
item we discussed, providing
the answer, that was my stead.
A long time ago. Now an old
friend. I'm the old one.
Thank you for your patience
over the years and thank
you for resuming the
friendship.