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When did this life, we know,
Start to decline, into the woe,
That became, our daily chore?
The answer does not, become more
But less and less, as we age,
Until we have, reached the final stage
Of life, with it's uncertainties,
That suddenly, bring us to our knees,
To pray, to our God above,
About the strength, of our only love.

If I could change, just one day,
I would remove and take pain away.
Remove the pain and all the sorrow
And have a much happier tomorrow.

#blueheron #Camano

The morning tide,
Brings a freshness,
Like a Summer rain.
The air, does clear
While the sunshine,
Brings a sweet refrain
And before we know,
It is morning, again.

If you don't like what I write,
That's okay,
As you have that, as your right,
Every day.
Sometimes, the words, that are so dear,
This way,
With some thoughts, are laced with fear.
I say,
Your personal input, is valued, by me,
This way.
And for that, I will always be,
What may.

Patience, has to be my friend,
As my face, must still pretend
That all, is well for me,
Showing not to you, my agony,
Of watching, this life of ours,
Fade from view, like wilted flowers.

This life we have, was not intended,
To be like clothing, needing to be mended
But, here we are, with life extended,
Trying to live the life, we pretended.

A bright, sunny day.
A very cold night,
Brings forth, new colors,
To brighten the light.
The color of trees
With leaves so bright,
Brings to our eyes,
A beautiful sight.

Is there a place, I can be,
That lets me live, with my memory,
Of those days, gone by, so readily?

Please my love, stay through the night.
Do not leave me alone,
For it's the night, I must fight,
If I am to atone,
For all the sins of my youth.
Freedom will come, from the truth,
Of your misdeeds and mistakes.
Please stay my love, before my heart breaks.