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The words that come to me
Do so, it seems, quite frequently.
Write I must, for all to see,
The struggle with my sanity.

Someone once said I was a handsome man.
That was before all the aging began.
The skin starts to sag, not just a little.
What once was my chest, is now my middle.
My back that was straight and erect,
Is bent like a straw and has an effect,
On the pain that I feel in the morn,
Makes me wonder, when I was born.

The Sun is out; light is bright.
Truly a most pleasant sight,
But soon the days, dimming light,
Precludes a glimpse of arriving night.
The night brings an endearing sound
Of crickets and frogs all around.
The music of this natural rhapsody,
Is meant for you as well as me.

I must be dead, in your eyes.
No more whispers, no more sighs.
No more words, no good byes
And now I'm at my demise.
The love that once was there,
Has vanished now, into the air.
A sad lament, I must say.
I will learn to love another day.

Along time ago, when I was young
serving my country was fun.
This picture of me,
down on my knee,
was an Island that
used a stone, as pictured,
as wealth. If you saw
the old movie, "His Majesty O'Keefe,
with Burt Lancaster, the stone money
was discussed and shown how it was
transported to this Island.
We were there for one day.
The Island was Yap, in the South Pacific.
The Hut was the typical dwelling for the
local population.
The last picture was the USS Marsh,
DE 699. A Destroyer Escort. Smaller in size,
than a Destroyer. 303 Feet long, approximately
46 feet wide. Our ship was equipped for ASW,
or Anti-Submarine Warfare. We would hunt for
Submarines, and attack with Depth Charges, plus
other weapons. We would also be the outer perimeter
of a Carrier Squadron. We said we would be torpedo fotter,
to prevent torpedoes from striking a Carrier.

The aging process, we know, can't be delayed,
unless of course, we go away.
Not an option, not for me,
for I love my life's opportunity.
Push forward now, my life long friend,
and do the work, let's not pretend

Don't be afraid,
She said to me,
For life or death
Will always be
One that will
Soon, set us free.
The pain I feel
Deep within my soul,
Feels like I'm on the
Edge of the rabbit hole.
So here we go, Alice,
Without command.
Down the hole
To Wonderland.