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What hath fate divined,
about this life's journey traveled?
Do we know, what's in store,
before our life is unraveled?

May you soon find,
your happiness,
away from,
all your loneliness.

May all the joy,
you feel in your heart,
provide the courage for,
your new life to start.

It's time, for me,
to stumble and fall,
with a love
of anyone at all.

It will be pleasant,
of that, I am sure.
How long will it last?
How long will it endure?

No one knows,
at least not me,
for it depends upon,
the mysterious she,

who is willing to take
a risk with this old man,
to enjoy a life,
as long as we can.

What stream, wanders down,
a hillside, green?
What is wrong,
with a fernlike dream?

I don't know, here in my darkness
I may now cry,
for a love,
gone bye.

I know not of tomorrow,
for its beyond my grasp,
like trying to lock up something,
which does not have a hasp.

I am writing, for
all the tomorrows of yesterday,
and for the promises made,
of something which seems far away.

Alone in the darkness.
Alone in my room,
brings forth memories,
of impending doom.

Why must I worry,
when I have a concern?
When your Lifes memories,
you're determined to burn?

Burn them to ashes,
remember no more,
for nothing matters.
We're not keeping score.

Memory loss,
quite possibly so,
knowing not where you're going,
How do you know?

My head was spinning,
in circles, I went.
I wasn't prepared,
had only a tent.

A tent, is good,
if you don't have a place,
or you want to avoid,
leaving a physical trace.

I'll work harder,
is what I said,
to get ahead in the World,
prior to being declared dead.

A brightness,
A light,
An open door,
to a right,

to love once more.
Someone to love,
we'll be friends,
divined from above.

I have no interest,
at this moment in time,
to date her or stay with me,
in this life of mine.

Someone I can talk with,
someone who cares.
A lovely person,
who I'm now aware.

Does she love me,
that I don't know.
She does care for me,
so, I won't pursue or go.

If love develops,
it will be good for me
and hopefully provide a benefit,
to this person, she.

Half-truths, Half-lies,
Does not a whole make.
Telling the truth, all of the time,
is good for all our sake.

When memories fade,
when mirrors fall,
will we still remember,
anything at all?

This fragile life's existence,
good as your mind can be,
will pass the memories,
going into infinity.

Do you recall the scenes,
from your memories past
and realize you will not be,
remembered, as they didn't last.

As old memories fade,
or just go away,
I'm reminded once more,
of the small role we play.

All of the actors,
in this life's scheme,
living your life,
another good dream.

Memories flow,
then go away,
hopefully remembering,
when having a bad day.