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There was a time, long ago,
when my inner child,
wanted to leave and go,
being the one to run wild.
Oh how I miss him,
my own inner child.

The still of the night.
A night without a Star,
with nary a moonbeam
to see where you are.
Alone in the dark,
with this scratchy pen.
I hope to live long
but I cannot depend
upon faith in this World,
so full of anger and pain.
Can we not have sunshine?
Enough with the rain.

Our ship was tied up to a
buoy in a lagoon of South Pacific Isle.
My shipmates and I had been
ashore. There were no commercial
boats for transportation. We had
specific departures scheduled
using our whale boat.
Larger ships had a "Captain's Barge.
Not us. Our was a whale boat.
A great time ashore but returning
to our ship, to our bunks and a hot
meal was in store. I recall
the trip once more.

The lines are not many,
they are just a few.
So what is a prolific
writer to do?

It's 5 in the morning.
I need to go back to bed,
but these words rattle
around in my head.
I'm tired, I most surely am
and need some sleep,
if it isn't a new sham
of thoughts, within my range,
causes me to think
how my mind is deranged.

My wife of 60 plus years,
came to me and said,
"where are you from?"
I tell her where, she then replies,
"I'm from that place, also?"
No, I say, you moved there
from Illinois when you were
a young child.
I am now lost, with this surprise,
another example of the change
in our new lives.

Dear God, the Almighty, in heaven above,
Please help me understand the meaning of love.
Why the attraction, between woman and man.
Please dear Lord, help me now understand.
Enjoying being with someone, is not bad,
When away from them I feel quite sad.
It isn't romantic and it shouldn't be,
For it is in the attraction of physicality.
Is it because I hunger for words,
To share with others, sounds so absurd?
In any event, I must certainly see,
What love is, it will always be.

Always a good reason,
a time when to pause,
to be alone with yourself
and there, just because.
Don't fret the small things,
enjoy your time, with applause.

It is easy to avoid
the stress of today,
if I keep writing,
not letting thoughts stray.

I think of friends, day and night.
The thoughts bring me much delight.
I was once a shy, bashful child.
Now I miss the social contact style.
No one should be locked away,
Not for months; not even a day.

How many words
are stuck in my head?
Are they words of joy
or words of dread?
I am uncertain, so
many words are to be said.

Away goes the night.
Away go the words,
For my writing is now
Becoming much too absurd.