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I have noticed,
I'm sleeping much longer,
then I did before,
the previous time.
I'm also spending
more than an hour
of early morning time
writing down these
words, so they'll rhyme.
It isn't healthy
and is not very fine,
to try to write now,
another rambling line.
Do you think I am crazy,
or just a bit daft?
As I am mentally alone
on my personal life raft.

There is always a moment,
when I can find the time
and will pour from a bottle
my next glass of wine,
for the wonderful new taste
of the God's nectar devine.

A drop of moisture,
slid down my face,
beside my nose.
A sad moment, perhaps
or a suppressed emotional time?
It matters not. I don't care,
my emotions have broken,
my skin and burst from
my eyes. Does it matter?
Yes, it matters to me.
If you don't understand,
it's OK, too, for I am
the one whose emotions,
may lose control of the
moment and when I do,
you will be who I trust,
to prove my soul true.

If a kitten meows,
when in the Mews,
does the owl hoot
and still say who?
If a horse, says neigh,
while the cow says moo
and the pig says oink,
unlike me and you.
If a ewe bleats, baa,
as most of them do,
why does a chicken cluck
when a rooster crows,
why does a crow, caw?
No one knows.
When a duck quacks loudly,
is it because its nose,
is part of its beak?
When a goat starts to bleat,
startling the goose, who honks,
I'm not sure what to say,
when the doves start to coo.
We all make sounds, unique,
so what sounds are common for you?

Wherever you go,
wherever there's air,
I will be with you,
no time for despair.

The love you seek,
is mine to give.
It will cost nothing,
if you will live.

Live a long, safe
and a healthy life.
Use all time,
be still, my wife.

I love you more;
every day with you,
if you leave me,
what will I do?

Stay here beside me,
cling to me tight,
I will be here
for you, every night.

Can you love another,
as if she is your mother?
Someone I know, younger than I
gives me cookies, cake
and other food stuff.
She gives me no reason
for her words are few.
I sometimes feel like an adopted child
and my thoughts are very mild.
It's not romantic, in anyway,
but the way I am treated; I'll say
"Love the attention, at any age,
especially when treated
like an ancient, old Sage.

Long are my days.
Short is the night.
I am loving my wife
and I must stay and fight.

I will write you words, on this day,
to help you understand work vs. play.
There is much work, when we get paid
by performing a task or something we made;.
There are other tasks, which you can do,
as volunteering to others, to name a few.
When we play, it relaxes our Soul,
as we repeat and repeat this hyperbole.

What happens tomorrow
can happen today,
for all of the words
will soon go away.

Beads of sweat,
appeared on his forehead,
ran down his nose
onto his chin,
dropping on his toes.
Working hard in the
heat of the day
to earn a living
and have money to play.

When things are right,
when love is fair,
you will soon find,
there is no despair.
It is this I see,
nothing to compare
to the person I saw
of a beauty rare.

The thoughts in my head,
are mostly inane,
as they move from dead center,
becoming mostly insane.
Sanity you flee from me
and no longer remain.