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I'm awake. It is 2:30 A. M.
All I hear in my head
is the words "The Candy Man Can."
Why in the World will I succumb
to this continuous musical sound
in my ears at the early time
when I remember it was a TV Ad
using the Music not the words,
and now, my mind is benign.
Do you suppose it is a sign?

Weep for me the Giant said.
Weep for me, though I'm not dead.
Weep for those, who's lives were lost.
Weep for those, not the cost
of moving quickly on lives which matter,
using many words; just idle chatter.
No thought to give for large or small,
treat them kindly; treat them all.

I awake with a start,
as there was a howl,
the bark of a dog,
the hoot of an Owl.
Why did I awake
at this time of the morn?
I do not know,
but I'm glad I did,
for a water pipe was leaking
and I heard the sound
of water running.
Check all the rooms,
until the last one,
where I found the floor wet.
I placed my hand where
the sound was heard
and my hand slipped
on the painted wall.
Went quickly to the
main shut off valve.
I removed the wall board
using a knife and small saw.
There it was. A small brad,
or nail to you, which had hit
the pipe many years ago
and had finally penetrated
to the point the water could
escape.
Love those Shop Vacuums
which suck up water.
Called a plumber the next
day and was back with a
hole to patch and repaint.
Oh the joy of being a
homeowner.

Go you down this life's path.
Do not incur the social wrath.
Seek out others, unlike you.
Gather together. It's what to do.
Be like the Phoenix, arise in the flame.
Complete the circle and do it again.

There are reasons,
are there not,
for our behavior,
we have sought?
How we treat
Sisters and Brothers,
not how we
treat each other.
There's no love,
only the sorrow
when praying for
a new tomorrow.
Stand thee tall.
Do not borrow,
life is short
and will end
in the darkness
and the wind.

A thought will pop into my head,
It won't leave and will not shed.
The result becomes a slurry of words,
as I search, for the meaning of absurd.
Long will I write, as thoughts pour
through this head of mine, for
it won't be long, until I can
be shown the proverbial door.

I hear the bells
echo through alley and street,
A sound so eerie
it makes me retreat,
for as the bells now toll,
another life is gone,
yet our lives continue; some now alone.
Weep not for me, was once said,
at a time in the World when dread
became our feeling with tears to shed.

Be mine tonight, is a thought I hear,
but I now find, you are not here.
Is it a love missing from there?
No more the beauty, for all to share.
Why must all the lives be in disarray,
when all we want is a beautiful day?

If I say, "I love you"
do not worry. Do not fret,
for these are words of compassion,
which state a feeling, and yet,
they are composed with emotion,
until our Personal Sun will set.

I worry now, most every day
you aren't with me.
Your mind has gone away.
What to do when this occurs?
Write another line of verse.

I have grown accustomed to your face.
I need to know if you feel the same.
There is no time to dream about,
when Life is short and uncertain.
Should I tell you how I feel?
Is this the time to swallow hard,
keeping emotions within your shell,
by staying resolved and alone?
Never to share, my own delight
or talk with you, until the Dawn.
We will never, until time is gone
and memories have faded; gone away.

I hope
I do
not linger
when life
gives me
the finger.
Doing this
I've said,
it's time
to go.
My bed
awaits me,
over there,
so now
I must
surely be
gone from
here and
must flee,
this life
without thee.