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Love me tomorrow,
Love me today,
Love is the message,
Love's what I say.

A whining word
Is now heard.
Another morning
Of being absurd.

It's not important
who wins this game,
but who survives,
without blame.
Don't tell me to relax.
Don't tell me to take a break.
You don't see the pain
in her eyes, when I return
after being gone.
Sorry, but I choose
not to see those eyes
filled with emotions
because she is afraid
of being abandoned.
I am not trying to be
a hero. I just want to
fulfill our marriage vows.
Call me foolish,
call me dumb,
it is alright.

Ashes, live embers,
alongside of you,
as old growth timber,
is no longer in view.

I cry, in darkest night,
my wife by my side.
She's asleep.
I realize each day I am
with her, is the best
day it will ever be.
I see her fade
daily to a point
she can no longer
function by herself.
An Independent, self-reliant,
strong woman, who has lost
capability. Sadness,
a word which doesn't adequately
describe, what has happened to her.

So long ago,
so far away,
a dream I
still hold dear,
will come
to me,
for I still
can see,
my dreams
as a reality.
In the dusk
of this
life of mine.
The freshest
smell of
Summer finds,
as evening sets
and the Moon
starts its trek,
capturing my dreams
of so far away
and so long ago.

Life's path is long,
not easy to be
moving along,
so easily.
Why try so hard,
for nothing to do,
but keep on
loving you.

It is the worst of time.
My wife is slipping away.
It is the best of time,
My wife loves me every day.

You are my life.
You are my soul.
You are my wife.
You are my all.

You have always been there.
In good times and in despair.
Through thick and thin
If I am with you, I will win.

I know it is true, said about thee.
You are the one and will always be.
No matter what others will hide,
I will always stay by your side.

The words of
"Where is my room?
"I don't know my number."
"I'm not sure why
I am here."
Questions reign supreme,
another night at the Inn.
The Inn of Unaware.

It matters not,
she doesn't know
my name,
or calls me Joe,
the name of
our oldest son
She professes her love,
every day.
Works for me
as she is happy.

Sadness abounds,
to this observer,
who sees lovely people,
at differing levels
of mental acuity.
During a life's journey,
so many stories
for one to hear
and appreciate.
So little time.