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My mind feels cloudy,
though I'm not confused.
Feeling exhausted,
my body energy, used.

Missing some energy,
lacking in my drive,
keep on breathing,
needing to stay alive.

Another love lost,
another heart broken.
Wanting to visit but
the words lie unspoken.

A joyful vision appears,
pouring coffee into my cup.
It's good to see her,
she helps wake me up.

What value do we place on human Life?
Not much, when you think about those
in the Ukraine or on our Southern border.
Human indignities, are not strangers to
us. Yet we continue to not take care of
those, citizens or not, who are homeless, for what
ever reason or excuse.
Is that what our humanity has become,
"Do unto others, before they do it to you?"
We say, "Trust in God", yet here we are,
in these squalid parts of the World abusing
others. Tell me please, why does a Just God
allow this to continue?

Lean into my shoulder.
Match your pace
with my gait,
for I will protect you,
as long as I live.

Frivolous, the talk
about a discussion
which was instrumental,
a Bass drum, percussion.

A passing fancy
in colorful clothes.
Passing by, strolling,
attracting adulation.

Dreary the morning
with never the Sun.
Brighten your life,
you are the one.

The Willow trees, limbs bare,
now covered in ice.
Blowing wind, branches tinkle,
a lovely sound to hear, nice.

I literally, trudged through,
the clutter in my mind, as
I try to get a grip on what
is happening to me, emotionally.
I believe I am a basket case,
with many holes in the basket.
I tend to not worry about
things. I am concerned when
there are changes which
affect me and those I love.
Here we are, my wife in
Memory Care, with Advanced
Vascular Dementia-Alzheimer,
while I am in Independent Care.
I do like where I am but
have difficulty breaking the
daily contact with my beloved.
I am told I must allow her to
be cared for by the professionals.
I know that is correct and that
I need to take care of myself.
Easier to say than to do but,
I am making an effort, to do so.
Good golly, Miss Molly, I am
missing you.

A grey, cold day,
liking cold weather, Not.
I'd prefer something warmer,
but don't want it hot.

A temperature in between,
moderation is fine,
then I will say,
will you be mine.

If I tell you
how my heart aches,
would you love me?
That's all it takes.