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He wasn't tiny,
He wasn't tall.
He wasn't large,
He was small.

Garbed in a red suit,
with many white sashes.
A curly, white beard
and snow-white lashes.

Look up to the sky,
listening for the joys,
of jingling bells and
presents for girls and boys.

Merry Christmas,
with good cheer.
Wishing you a very,
Happy New Year.

Flitting, Froh and back,
like a Moth to the flame.
Such is life, whomever,
knowing not your name.

I don't believe I need you,
at least not now.
You don't talk to me,
Do you not know how?

You ask me to do things,
which will help you now,
but you don't listen,
Do you not know how?

I've known you for a while,
but why is it now?
You won't listen,
Do you not know how?

The Sun reflected off the Pond's mirrored surface,
as I thought about you.
My memories, come and go, so I feel fortunate
to recall the time, we first met.

Sitting in a lounge, alone, thinking about the
morrow and the business calls facing me.
I was travelling for my Company, in a capacity
requiring me to measure each unit's operational
functionality.

I saw you enter, alone, sitting at a small table.
Why didn't she sit at the bar, crossed my mind,
but thought she was meeting someone. I noticed
no one had joined her.

I hesitated before approaching you. I was lonely
and hoped I would find someone to talk with.
I was not seeking romance, as I had lost my wife
recently and was still uncertain if I could talk to
anyone without breaking down.

I approached the table and you smiled. "May I join
You?", was my question. We began talking about
our lives, joys, and sorrows. Talking about our life
events and how we feel now, in this new environment of
loneliness.
We ended taking contact information and sought
a new relationship where we could learn about each
other, to decide if we wish to pursue further.

Words making sounds,
like rain on a roof.
A rat, a tat, tat,
as if they were aloof.

Word sounds pierce my ears,
when shouted at me.
No matter what happens,
I'll take care of thee.

Don't yell, I appealed,
amongst the word din,
as I looked outside,
directly at him.

Red was the rose,
striking the ground.
Quiet the night,
no one around.

Flowers falling from stems,
to the dirt,
walk careful at night,
you might get hurt.

Lost my Soul,
a long time ago,
looking for excitement
in a dog and pony show.

Forgone the shadows,
upon your feet.
When meeting a stranger,
be sure you greet.

Choose your own weapon,
in a battle of words.
Choose them wisely,
don't be absurd.

Words, can be hurtful,
spiteful, in their own way.
Choose them for their meaning.
Be sure what you say.

Words which come later,
such as sorry or few,
but you must say now,
I still love you.

Help and trust each other,
as we did before,
for life will be better,
than not loving anymore.

It was a slow day
at the station. He was
passing the time,
thumbing through magazines.
It was getting close to quitting.
He was ready, believing,
he needed some R & R, or
rest and relaxation.

He was a lonely, widowed man.
Having lived alone for these
past years of his life.
His first love, his wife had
passed to the ravages of
Alzheimer Disease. He was living
alone, in an independent
living facility but needed more interaction.
It was why he took the job.
He had family but visits were
intermittent. Life presents challenges
and this once introverted young man,
now relished talking with people.
Friends or strangers, it mattered not
(to be continued)

He was observant and saw many
people from the window of his
workplace. He had noticed a
young lady, every day and remarked,
She seemed energetic and always smiled.
One day she came and looked sad.
Her eyes were red.
He took a break to have a cup
of tea. The tea shopped where e
went was full. There was an open
spot. As he approached, asking if he
could sit. He realized it table was
occupied, by the same young lady,
he had observed earlier that day.
He sat and exchanged pleasantries.
Slowly, they began to talk. Both lonely
souls, lost in reverie.
He told her his story about being
married and losing his wife from
Dementia-Alzheimer. She began
with a sad story of a lost love. She
had been married, when a tragic
accident happened she lost her husband,
of 12 years.