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There once was a day
That I could certainly tell,
All the things, you did,
Were not done very well.
It's not criticism, you see,
Just a lapse in your memory.
As our days, pass by,
I will keep wondering why,
Things you did from before,
You do not do anymore.
For some of the tasks,
You can no longer do,
Then you ask me to.
I will then, just comply
And do always, wonder why,
This ugly disease, has now,
Forced a change of how,
We live our life, every day
and it will never go away.
May God keep you safe,
In the palm of his hand.

The loneliest sound, I have ever heard,
Was from, the beak of a bird.
I was gazing up, at the moon
And I heard the call of a Loon.

At some moment or wrinkle in time,
Something will happen, that is totally sublime.
I cannot say, what that might be.
It will be most likely be free.

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The world is a much,brighter place,
With your wit and charming ways.
Please know, that always applies to you.
Carry that thought, to your last days.

My senses are spinning, out of control,
The balance that I had, left me.
I can't seem to think, clearly at all,
My patience is, at the moment, too thin.
That is not the way, I intend to be.
I need a break, from this insanity.

Do you think it a talent,
To write, the way I do
Or is it, just a lament,
To mask my point of view?

Why has love gone away, from me?
Perhaps it is only, in my mind.
It has become, a very great mystery.
Please do not think, I am unkind,
To think of myself, at this time.

Sadness, invades my soul.
When it does, my view on life
Changes, to one of poor
Expectations, as those I love,
Slowly, ever slowly pass away.

The ghostly shape, of white Birch trees,
Shimmer slightly, with the approaching breeze.
The sounds of quiet, cannot be seen,
As the Fall colors, change the scene.
I love this beautiful time of year,
When the Winter cold, does fast appear.