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Willow trees, draping
with trailing branches.
Will of the Wisp
running alone.
"Where do you go?"
said Willow the tree.
"Can you please spend
the evening with me?"
Dark is the Moss,
in the trees shade.
A cool retreat,
all Nature made.

Waters rippling
from windy gusts.
Enough wind
to move branches,
not enough
to turn dirt to dust.

I lack the courage
to handle life's burden
of failing health,
for a loved one.
How do you respond
to a question, "Do you
have any children?"
We have two.
"Where do you live?"
I live here with you,
is my reply.
When a statement is
made when speaking
of the loss of one's
parents, "My husband
is gone," yet I, her
husband, am sitting next
to her. There is no
malice, no intention to
hurt. Just a statement of
her mind's thoughts.
I am growing resentful
of this life and the
cruelty to others
I see, while living
in this memory
care facility.

A dark shadow
is on my heart
as this life's journey
has unraveled,
now torn apart.
Why?
Isn't the loss
of a mind
important today?
Must all who
suffer, end
life this way?
There is no
explanation.
Nothing to say
except forgive me
if I run away.

Darkness approaches,
the end of the day.
Light is fading
into shades of grey.
Soon it will be dark,
no light to betray
the glorious sunset
now gone away.

You are the one.
There is no doubt.
My voice may whisper.
For you I shout.

If I stroll,
is it an amble?
or a walk?
A slow scramble,
when I jog,
with steps, slow.
I'm not in a hurry,
to stumble so,
when I ran
so long ago.
I trained
for distance,
not speed,
for I no
longer have
any need.

What happens
when your life,
flashes, before
your eyes,
as the love
of your life,
slowly slips away.
Memory fails.
Slipping from
Dementia,
into full
blown Alzheimer's

Indifference,
I don't like it.
To ignore an issue,
because you do not care,
is almost criminal.
Things which should
be done, aren't.
Sitting around to chit-chat'
when there are tasks
to be done, is neglect.
Sorry for the rant,
but indifference,
tears my heart apart.

My eyes lit up
when I espied,
these local beauties,
said the ubiquitous fellow.

Of all the words
in this World, ours
is infatuation.
for women and cars.
What drives mortal man
to love women and exotic cars?

Forego the future,
Forget the past.
Forge the moment,
Find love fast.