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No more to write,
The words of Love,
No more to do,
For sit I here,
At the desk alone,
Looking for inspiration.
A sad situation, it is said
As I sit, virtually brain dead.

The stench of Death,
fills the room.
A smell which overrides
the gloom,
much like a Rose which
will no longer bloom.
Petals gone, on the ground,
too early and too soon.

How many more days will there be,
until an Acorn becomes an Oak tree?

I can no longer walk
as I did as a child,
for my gait will wobble,
stumbling down an uneven path.
I better change my point of view
before I faceplant
into the morning dew.

I gave a dollar.
I gave a dime,
and once again,
a request for more.
If I respond to
every request,
for money from those.
I'll soon be homeless
and have no clothes.

The night was short,
but lest I forget,
as I awake and
the sheets are wet.
Incontinence, is not the thing,
who anyone would want,
but changing sheets at 4:30 Am,
is not what I sought.
She cannot help it, this I know
it's why I still love her so.

I see the look in your eyes.
Crazed.
I hear the sound of your voice.
Amazed.
I see your reaction to pressure.
Dazed.
I see how you handle adversity.
Praised.

The red of a Rose.
The green of a grape vine,
are my favorite colors,
for I love this time of year,
when the colors of a rainbow
become so very dear,
yet the dark of charcoal,
muted with whites and grey
are in my mind, at this time of
unrest, as another life has gone away

If you must hate me
because of my color of skin,
why can't you love me
for my heart within?

When I say, "Let's go uptown"
what does it mean?
When I say, "Let's go downtown",
is it a different scene?
We do not say east or west side town
or talk with words, bordering on obscene,
as we will not use those words
or will we demean,
the intent of the words we use,
when we describe our last dream.

When the Dawn breaks,
across this land,
in to shiny shards of glass,
will we still be here
to describe our love
and the daylight will pass.

I read your obituary today
and thought of the words,
from our past times,
when I talked with thee.
My recollection was the kindness,
which I heard in our talks;
The words were just words to me,
but I could hear the love
you had for friends and family.
Rest in peace in the afterlife,
where your Soul is now free,
as the World is now a sadder place,
you're gone and we no longer see.