Magazine Posts

Write of tomorrow
and what life may bring.
Think about others,
make your memories sing.

Life is quite fleeting,
in the Cosmos we know.
Prepare for tomorrow,
get on with the show.

Windblown rain drops,
pelt the glass pane,
as water trickles,
down the window frame.

From out the dark,
a whimpering sound,
suggesting tears,
with angst abound.

A long, lonesome
goodbye.
No, "I love you," kind
of try.

Life changes,
every day,
so why bother if love
will stray?

Anguish,
a word I hear.
Sadness,
a word, I fear.

Glory,
things on high.
Repost,
things we'll try.

Love, a fleeting promise,
which exists not.
Look for goodness, in others,
in the land that time forgot.

Waiting for you to decide,
I'm walking the steps of my mind,
searching for those memories,
I have left behind.

Must I be this person,
who runs away, to hide,
when the only thing missing
is my foolish male pride.

The uncertainties of life
have come into play,
as assumed functions,
continue to stay.

Seek not Yee all,
of riches and fame,
as you may leave,
while others remain.

Working hard to
put your nose to the wheel,
as life progresses,
bad memories may heal.

Winds, gusting, blowing rain,
splatter against my jacket and face,
soaking through fabric to skin.
A cold, wet, rainy day, to race.

Sitting next to my beloved
in Memory Care, for awhile.
She's sleeping but awakes,
giving me a lovely smile.

I love visiting my wife,
she has been my rock,
Dementia raised its ugly head,
as I sit in daily shock.

Quick grow the shadows,
beneath the tree,
as the Sun slowly,
sinks into the Sea.

What a feeling there is,
at the ocean shore,
as the sound of Gulls,
make me want more.

Swims the dreamer,
nevermore.
Nightmares a threat,
every shore.

Good memories,
nevermore.
Love is lost for,
evermore.