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Sometimes, when I awake,
in the early morning hours,
and hear words in my head,
trying to escape.
If I don't write them to paper,
immediately, I will soon forget
the exact words. Recovering
words lost, even briefly, are
changed and are never the
same. What a loss, to me,
for many of the words are
subconsciously my reverie.

A flash of light,
a brown shadow,
catches my eye.
Is it you, Death,
at my door?
Are you looking,
for me?

A Vignette or an Ode,
to the one I love.
I've known you so long.
Since the planets in Heaven
were formed, into what they are.
Now you are my, only shining Star.

A good friends Mother,
left the World today.
She lived in a Country,
so far away.
a foreign country,
on the Mediterranean Sea.
A beautiful country,
she will no longer see.
Rest in peace, where
you will surely be.

When Urgent Care
is no longer Urgent.
When the sign reads,
"10-minute wait"
and you have been there
for one hour and you've been
told, as you approach the
counter, "We have a room
for your wife."
The Doctor enters and says,
"I've been asking where
the patient for room # 3, was."
My wife has Advanced Vascular
Dementia-Alzheimer's. There
are no filters nor any patience.
Where is the sense of urgency?
Bet I don't receive a survey,
request this time.

I don't believe, I will
ever get over the
smell of urine.
A population of elderly
residents, in the Memory
Care Unit, who wear
Depends or some other
brief for purposes of
incontinence. This has
been my place of residence,
since May 2022. I live here
with my wife of 65 years as
we move into this
purgatory of grayness.

Did you turn
off the light
to my Soul ,
breaking my heart?

Travelling at night,
on unlit streets,
through darkest shadows,
along lonely venues,
on Life's journey.
Why has love
disappeared from
your path?

I feel a strangeness
in my head.
There is not pain
or any dread
of Dementia
of this
I'm sure,
for I know
the signs
of this
dreaded disease.

Forlorn my heart,
is to me,
a small look,
toward eternity
of loneliness.

Did you miss me?
Did you know I was gone?
It now matters, not,
for my blues are in my song.

I miss you so much, my darling,
for me it's a new romance.
I miss you so much, my darling.
Why didn't you take a chance?
Long may the wind be at your back
and may the Lord bless you,
as you stay the course on life's "hack".

It's a glorious time,
as I write on this page.
It's a glorious time,
in spite of my rage.
My rage against a
disease, which is this cruel,
for there is no cure
and no medical tool.
Yet in this glorious life,
I'm here to support
my most beautiful wife.
She says she loves me,
many times, during the day,
with word so profound,
I could lose my way.
When going to bed,
I see in her eyes,
a pure love I wed,
no tears and no sighs.