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I wasn't first,
wasn't last.
Don't talk about
a forgotten past

You were young.
I was too old.
You weren't bashful,
I was too bold.

The errors we made
in a checkered past,
are not returning,
gone away, didn't last.

Would you walk, in the shadows
alongside of me,
if you lost your vision,
and could no longer, see?

You were seasoned,
you wouldn't talk.
Now I am the problem,
"New kid on the block."

Too few the words,
stuck in my head,
need to get creative
and go back to bed.

The lack of sleep is
taking its due.
I must take care,
if I am to care for you.

My eyes light up, as if
a beacon might do,
when I look,
finally seeing you.

You, I remember,
The best of all.
You I would die for,
if that was the call.

A small wind chime,
sways, in the tree,
hanging near buds,
blooming, to see.

The limb structures
of this old tree,
is craggy, rough,
but a pleasure to see.

The pain which comes
from ignorance,
may be a prelude,
to your final dance.

Don't cry for me,
when I am gone.
Life is for living,
keep moving along.

No more the window,
no more the door,
as I try crossing the room.

You said you loved me.
You keep telling lies.
What happens on the day,
We say our goodbyes.

Why does it matter,
the look in your eyes,
is welcoming, not,
and we wither and die?

Do you make a difference,
when there are too many whys?
I am tired of hearing,
the sad refrain of sighs.

Be good tomorrow,
for everyone dies,
and once we know,
there will be no surprise.

Spring arrived here,
to no avail,
as the temperature,
is colder than an Alaska Jail.

I wrestle with
this every day.
Is it time to leave,
and just go away?

No, I won't,
she speaks to me.
As long as that is,
I will stay with thee.

I want to see you,
everyday,
but am hindered when
Dementia is in the way.

Why does this disease,
eat at our soul,
When wanting to love,
in our own Rock & Roll.

You don't understand me,
not anymore,
as our remaining years,
are becoming no more.

My love for you,
is staying strong,
for it's with you,
where I now belong.

Four hundred miles,
to the end of the road.
Been driving all night,
with heavy cargo load.

I'm getting sleepy and tired,
starting to yawn.
When I arrive home,
I hope she's not gone.

May the Worlds, you know,
stay forever yours.
May the life, you live,
be filled with your daily chores.