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Long will I wander.
Long will I roam,
until I see you again
at the place called home.

You were the day
and became the night.
The sunshine became dim
and the sunlight took flight.
All of the joy
and the happiness too,
ebbed and flowed,
each day for you.
You no longer know me,
but know you, I do,
as this life no longer
has a beautiful view.
I am confused, as I see,
little about our history.
You talk now in riddles too
and have hallucinations,
more than a few.
I am beyond myself now,
unsure of what I should do.

I have a word,
in the back of my mind,
which I hope is flattery,
and not too unkind.
Words full of richness,
not those of despair,
but words of happiness,
for all; everywhere.

Of all of the what's
and all of the how's,
why is it now, I'm up
before all of the cows?

My mind is so lost,
for it is seldom home,
as here, in the World,
it remains by itself; alone.

A fish out of water,
not close to the Sea,
not what I asked for,
it is what it will be,
to work hard for family,
in this The land of the Free.

There is nothing like
writing poetry and prose,
to describe all the beauty,
as seen in a Rose.

Are sins of our Fathers
our sins too?
Are we responsible for
acts we never would do?
How can you be accountable,
if you were a child?
Yet here we are now,
accepting all the guilt,
which our Fathers avow.

Moisture wets the lid of my eye,
as I resist the urge to not cry.
Seeing her before me, a smiling face,
with all of her beauty and natural grace.
I must keep her close; close to me,
for my need is her safety I must see.
Long have I loved you; every day
is a new one and I will say
I love you in my own way.

She was a kitten,
not a lioness yet.
She would challenge you,
but should not fret.
Her words had promise,
to all the World and thee.
She was the virtue
and would always be,
the strength of this Nation;
A Nation of We.

I do not like the word extraction,
when you are talking to me
as you plan to remove my tooth,
which is much older than thee.

As sure as the Sun
and the Spring rain,
I need to see you,
once more is my refrain.
I will try, when words
become serious, not trite,
for I seek your forgiveness
as I walk through the night.