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Legendary is the word,
which was the way she looked.
Could of been on the center pages,
for the issue of Playbook.

Aside the trail,
near the Oak tree,
I could see my love,
waiting for me.

Near the path,
where she could avail,
of material to make,
a gossamer veil.

Her loveliness,
a vision of sun,
filled with perfection,
in the finest of one.

Irons in the fire,
paper products in the back.
It is now time to move,
returning to your last Trak.

When the ivory keys, on the piano,
have all turned black,
I will remember,
it's the end of days.
No more days to track.

Clear your soul, speaking out,
answer for all you know.
It will then be the time,
to do your own farewell show.

The last time, you talked to me,
I swore, you wanted to fight.
Uncertain as to what you wanted,
I left and stayed out of sight.

Now, many months have passed,
and I'm no longer, in this plight.
If you would like to talk again,
it will be after; we flee or fight.

I love the day.
I love the night.
I don't love the reason,
my life, has changed to fright.

There are many times
in the crazy life we lead,
we will receive clues,
of what may lay ahead.

We have options,
but we may not see,
or anticipate,
what they mean, to thee.

We must take action,
reviewing the facts,
if we are to succeed,
in our life's acts.

There are times,
when life becomes unkind.
No matter why, nor when,
when life, gets into your mind.

Why does that happen,
when everything is fine?
When those you love
to woo with a red wine.

No one knows, except it is God's will.
I don't understand, how that works.
when bad things happen to good people,
it would appear that someone shirks.

At sea, in foreign ports,
places I couldn't stay.
I returned home, after many years,
and saw she had moved away

Leavin no forwarding address,
she was hidden, couldn't be found.
I left again, returning to the sea,
my ideas, once again, unsound.

I've searched the world over,
visiting many a foreign port.
Now I find my life is ending,
and my love life, I must abort.

Life is full of choices,
depending on which you select
can determine your life's direction,
and may lead to another trek.

We make decisions, every day,
about routine or important acts,
we do not contemplate
making choices without facts.

When danger, dances on your face,
man up and take a stance.
Let danger know, with Glee,
this is not a place to dance.

Go somewhere, far away,
to your special, hidden place
and when danger comes again,
tell it to go away. This isn't a race.

I know not,
of what you ask,
or if the action needed,
to complete your next task.

I will say this,
about you now.
You must change,
and make the vow.

Your life consists of
too much negativity,
It can destroy others,
because it's addictive