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I need to remember
and write of a happier time,
where I write down words,
which will always rhyme.

Tell me your wishes,
beautiful granddaughter of mine
and I will provide riches,
so you can enjoy,
a freedom of living,
in a place which you love,
amongst all your family
and those who you love.

I care about you
and these past several months.
We haven't met yet, I see.
There are many likes on a days
writings. It's ok with me,
but my EGO may disagree.
If you like what I write,
or if you don't, your opinion
matters to me.
Comment if you can
or if you don't,
my World won't end,
no matter the words,
for this is my craft,
crude as it is.
No Poet Laureate in my jeans,
certainly not in my past,
but writing for you,
has been a supreme blast.
Thank you my friends.
Thanks to you all.
Be not afraid in this life,
please continue to stand tall.

Sip from the nectar;
fruit from the vine.
Savor every moment,
while tasting all the wine.

A lost love,
a rendezvous.
You never showed;
somebody new?

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

I went to bed
and I slept.
I thought of you
and I wept.
I failed you
promise not kept.
Sorry.

So many days
I think of you,
having no memory,
everything is new.

I asked my friend,
"How are you doing?"
She looked at me,
and said, "Fine."
as she walked away.
When a woman says fine,
she isn't. Stay out of reach
and ask no questions, if
you value your physical well being.

It doesn't matter,
if no one will care.
I understand and
this I will share.

Where do you go?
What do you see,
when you go into
your lost memory,
where the "Sundown effect",
becomes you own reality.

As you brush your teeth,
reminding you to use the toothpaste.
Helping you wash your sweet face,
then you say, "What's next?"
I hand you the towel,
thinking of you.
I let out a small sigh
as a bit of moisture,
leaks from my eye.