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For all you remember,
you will one day forget,
for memories are fleeting.
You should always let

others, you know,
to resolve cases,
before yuor memories,
run out of safe places.

When I was a young teenager,
not old enough to drive,
my father, got me a job,
herding cattle, for a small,
company. I had never ridden
a horse before. It was ok, as the
horse, unlike myself, knew what
to do and did, to my consternation.

Riding a horse,
hazing cattle,
for 8 hours,
in the saddle,
I started to babble,

about all the great,
things in my young life.
I hadn't yet, met my
soon to be beautiful wife.

Great memories, pop up
from my past.
I never thought they
would always last.

Shattered glass, from a windowpane,
lay strewn on the floor, bare.
Was it a rock or stone?
Do you care?

Life is full of minutia events,
about people who, on the street,
have set up housekeeping in tents.
Is this for real on our local beat?

Do we not care for others
who don't meet our view,
of how to live life,
or is it just you.

Out of sight,
out of mind,
yet that does nothing.
Should we be kind?

Training the needy,
so, they can work.
Is this too difficult?
Why do we shirk?

When your first love
has now fled,
should you give up,
now that your love is dead.

I think not,
I said to me,
for I won't run,
love I want to see.

A pang, passed through,
my side.
Oh, oh, I thought,
is this the pain they decried

I hope not,
I said to self,
for I do not pick,
from the prescription shelf.

Thank God, it wasn't that,
and my relief was good.
I can be such a wimp
but not when I should.

Strolling down the garden path,
past Hyacinths, Daffodil flowers.
I notice a new plant,
a Columbine, with Alien powers.

A couple of flowers new to me,
with many a curve,
for all to strike the senses,
when sunlight is present.

Out of the dark,
it came,
all muddy and wet,
from yesterday's rain.

Watch your step,
has been said before.
Don't come back,
unless you want more.

They knew not,
of things to do.
Just like the case,
of the old guy. You.

I feel forlorn.
I shouldn't be,
for I am with friends,
who look after me.

I'm a lucky man,
I know this to be true,
for the things I wish for,
I am fortunate to do.

I will do my best to stay,
positive in this life,
while I remember fondly,
the memories of my wife.

My lovely wife
of almost 67 years,
passed away,
8 months ago, today.
I miss her so.

Fighting insanity,
every day,
as my life,
slips away.

I feel good,
is what to know,
for my life is my
own traveling show.

How it will end
everyone will know
for I may well be
the next one to go.

This season, seems to be
one of much sun, but little rain.
I suppose this will mean we
will have a very, wet fall season.

I sincerely hope I will see it,
as my skin is starting to crack,
due to lack of rainy days.
I know this doesn't rhyme, but
I don't care.

a pillar, towers over me.
I don't understand,
for I feel great, but,
been told my life will end.

I know that is
the scheme of things,
but I feel strong and ready
for what life brings.