Magazine Posts

Do you remember,
last Fall?
Twas the biggest event
at the Caretakers Ball.

The dances were many
which wasn't all,
for the younger couple
would expect us to fall.

Have you heard,
a songbird sing,
when in flight,
not on a wing?

Imagine the sound
a sharp, sharp trill,
when you listen for
a singing Whippoorwill.

If you relax and
don't be in a rush,
you may hear a song,
of a small thrush.

What must I do,
what can I say,
when my desire,
is to stay away.

The pain I feel,
the emotion in play,
keeps telling me,
to stay away.

Our oldest son visits,
in a week, just one day.
She saw him on Easter,
she looked away.

She does that to me,
every visiting day.
She knows not her son,
his hurt won't go away.

My love and emotion,
worn on my sleeve,
Alzheimer Disease,
stays, will never leave.

The Sun will rise tomorrow,
no matter where we are.
Keep your life travelling,
by plane, ship or car.

Try a new adventure,
do it now, don't be late
for if you want to travel,
don't be left at the gate.

Why do we exist,
where memories are of pain,
scarring our Soul,
we are unable to explain.

Why, is a person we love,
repeats over again,
a loss of memory,
nothing will remain.

There are no days,
of just hugs or sighs,
only the sad days
of the long goodbye.

When the life you are living,
no longer feels, cool,
you should change your habits,
stop being everybody's fool.

We have friends who love us,
practicing the "Golden Rule."
others will only love us,
from jealousy of being cruel.

Those who stay with you,
no matter your present life,
cherish them, your true friends,
who love when good or in strife.

Who said,
"Don't worry,
it's a new day?"

When Love
is in bloom,
what ever
day you say.

I knew you when,
we had nothing at all.
Ther was no money,
we were in "free fall."

Now we have riches,
we have it all,
except we don't have each other,
it is the worst time of all.

No more the night,
no more the day,
my heart is breaking.
Loves gone away.

Raining hard,
in many sheets,
blowing wind,
starting to beat,
against window
panes of glass,
wetting siding,
now soaked.

A muddy track,
winds through,
trees swaying.
Don't get lost
in reverie,
I'm no longer,
the man
I used to be.

I had a red wagon,
all wheels were loose.
When I pulled, it
waddled like a goose.

Funny, you say.
It's all I had,
I was happy,
I wasn't sad.

Arose the vassal of desire,
where lust became a fire.
Heat and light, lonely people,
as we wonder, will it expire?