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When I was a young man,
some would say "frisky",
I would do activities
that could be quite risky.
Remember when you were young
and reason not, to succumb,
doing things that were probably dumb.
There was never a pretense
nor lacking a common sense.
Doing these things in reality,
young men revert to boys,
more often than not, quite frequently.

Drink to the heavens, so far above.
Drink to the beautiful, unfettered love.
How did I lose someone like thee?
I will never know, what I can't see.

Things that were here
are no longer there.
They vanish from view,
even as we stare.
Where do they go?
I wish I knew.
What I do know,
it was just you.

Don't be so spiteful,
a man once said to me,
for nothing you do,
will set you free.
That may be true,
was my lone retort,
but in real life,
it's time to abort.

Well now, here we are, once again
with a new daily onslaught of rain.
Rain falling from the grey skies above,
Is Nature washing the rain, with love.

I'm up very early
at a quarter of two
and all I can do
is think about you.
I recall your smile
and your gentle grace,
as I call forth a vision
of your beautiful face.
What can I say
about this tepid relent?
I wish that I knew
what is fates intent.

You don't know me at all
and most certainly not well,
But I feel that my soul
Is being pulled towards hell.

No one so pretty.
No one so pale.
Your angelic face
Will always prevail.
Stay strong with elan,
Happy Holidays, JoAnn

Your face is of beauty,
so light and so fair.
The extra long tresses
of your flaxen, gold hair.
The beautiful smile
that you wear every day,
is sure to beguile,
before running away.

How far have we come?
What is our next goal?
Will the message from some,
Cause damage to our soul?
I wish that I knew.
How about you?