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Thank you for being here with me,
For staying home, to keep me company.
I worry for you, every single day,
As I watch you, slowly, slip away.

Well here we are
alone once again.
Without our family
and no friend.
What do we do
if we don't intend
for others are close,
so let's just pretend.
It doesn't matter
what you do
or what you say.
Just make the best
of what you do
each and every day.
Worry not about
tomorrow or the
day after that,
for what we got
we did begat.

Sunset - Da Nang Bay, Vietnam

I'll tell you a story
about this tiny, small dog,
that somehow thought
he was a frog.
He would hop about, happily
with an occasional running spree.
He would sit on his bed
at the darkest of night
with nary a human
within the dimmest of light.
He was so very lonely,
that was easy to see.
He wanted a simple adoption
and then he would be free.
To have someone to love him
that would most surely be
the best thing to happen,
If it were only me.

I'm sorry to say
but what I see
is a new bitterness,
slowly coming over me.
An anger I feel,
a strange, mixed sensation
that is now being caused
by an extreme frustration.
I am greatly bothered,
there's nothing I can do
to remove the pain,
far away from you.
Please, do forgive me,
the one that I love.
I need some help,
from God, up above.

When I see your face,
in the Moon's radiated light,
it causes me to wonder
and enjoy the sheer delight;
knowing you're here with me,
where I like you to be.

I hold her tight,
we do not speak.
I feel the tears
run down my cheek.

What am I to you?
What are you to me?
Can you do better, when you see,
the light of day so readily?
Do I know if you
can be trusted to do,
those things that you
are not likely to?
I am not clear on that note,
but I did mail in my vote.

What the heck is the matter with me
I've been up for over an hour
and now it is about, twenty to three.
I think my body is starting to fray
and that it may be soon, I go away.
Good Lord in heaven, if that is to be,
do it quickly, so there's no suffering for she.
I love you my dear one, I truly do,
but I'm not liking this life
that has brought Dementia to you.

He once dated a coal miners daughter,
who's main drink was bourbon and water.
No diet cola or milk for she.
She drank, an occasional, sour mash whiskey.
There wasn't always a drink in hand
as she often sang in a country band.
Her hair was long; a scraggly mess,
and she always wore a beautiful dress.
She wasn't a "lost cause", you see,
but my daughter in law, soon to be.