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Standing in the hallway,
when out of the blue,
a lady approached me
and said I know you.

I said, "I don't believe so,"
she said, "I do too,
you worked at Boeing,
where I worked too."

I said, you are mistaken,
but I don't know you."
She said, "You sat next to me".
Not what I wanted to do,

so, I said, "Listen, you have it wrong,
I never worked there; I never did."
She looked at me, saying," Look
Handsome, you are right, you're just a kid."

Words keep spilling,
out of my mind.
Should it matter,
if they are unkind?

I'm in love again,
second time in my life.
Rediscovering my
love for my wife.

Looking, I found
old words on the floor.
Words tossed aside,
not to be used anymore.

Words have a shelf life,
almost everyone knows,
there isn't any argument,
no coming to blows.

Old words, quite common,
there's no need to shirk,
when using old words,
don't be surprised, they work.

Old words, new words,
what's that about,
if you don't like them,
go ahead, leave them out.

Bits of matter,
float in the air.
Words disintegrated,
in dis-repair.

Words uttered,
when under stress,
unnecessary to say
would be my guess.

If I tell you tomorrow,
would you say, what?
or would you just,
keep your mouth shut?

I'll love you tomorrow,
as I do today,
if you will promise,
to not go away.

When words shatter,
against the far wall,
where was the need
to say them at all?

I want naught,
Peace will do.
Riches, don't need,
want to be with you.

Long were the sounds,
bells in the air.
A melodic tune,
heard everywhere.

Lost was the love,
which once was ours.
Lost but not forgotten
resting in the stars.

Ghostly sheets, draped across,
branches, barren of leaves.
Haunting sounds of pest,
slowly moving bye.

When the Moon arose,
full in the Southern sky,
I will know the reason,
God wants you to die.

Fair and just? Not for me,
and wonder why,
other humans, in this world,
seldom question life's end.

Why do good people,
die too soon,
when other nasty people,
continue to carry on. Tell me why.

Northern winds, hard and cold,
crossed the valley, far below.
Clouds of moisture, floating through,
bringing rain and snow, to sow.

Winter winds, the coldest of all,
bring rough weather, sleet and snow.
Weather can be quite nasty,
when Winter winds won't let go.

Twas the night before,
you said to me,
"The night has a thousand eyes"
I was blind and could not see.