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Life has grown weary,
with so much love,
no longer here.
Gone to the shadows,
deep in my heart.

Is it trash I write,
as the days go by
or are there words,
you read and sigh?

Whiteness,
how I describe
the first snowfall.
Shrubs, draped
in white.
Lawn a
magic carpet.
Furniture
bearing a mantle
of Ermine.
Beautiful.

My life is corny,
it is not a joke.
Must I now,
smoke a toke?

From out the dark,
crept morning light,
warming the air,
improving your sight.

How alone,
it must be,
when I keep searching
for my love of thee.

Do you believe
in life again?
To reincarnate,
where to begin.

The love I have,
for you today,
is here for you
and won't go away.

Walk the path
of life, without me.
View the fall foliage,
beautiful to see.

Red, orange, brown, yellow,
the leaves full of color,
reminding me of
believing in one another.

Clear, the air,
crisp the feel.
Late November,
almost surreal.

Where goeth thou?
Is there a rule,
which can prevent me
from being an old fool?

Long was the road
to Perdition.
Fraught with perilous hazards
of eternal damnation,
which a sinful person,
passes after death.
Don't be that person.
There is no reason to.
Put forth the kindness
and allow us all.
to see the real you.

Early in the morning,
before the sunrise,
I milked our cow,
separated the milk
from the heavy cream,
using a hand cranked,
milk separator.
Placed it in the refrigerator,
our personal rule.
Ate my breakfast
and headed off to school.

My beloved left our room.
We were watching football.
Apparently, I fell asleep,
and then she went out the door.
An attendant found her,
wandering the hall,
looking for her husband.
That's me.
She told me, "I was afraid,
as I didn't know where you were."
We were sitting next to each other,
later and I asked why she left.
She said, "I didn't know who you
were." The working of a mind
under attack from Dementia-Alzheimer
is an assault no one should have to
deal with Patient or Care giver.