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At the end of the street of broken dreams,
awaits the fate of this life's scene.
The end of the road; the end of time.
It will be the last Auld Lang Sine.

Watered down words,
was what I heard.
A "white" lie,
bordering on absurd.
Vaccines for all.
Do it soon,
on April 15
before it's noon.

The Moon, Sentinel of the night sky,
peers through the trees,
spraying its beams,
across the dark earth.
The Moon hangs high,
reflecting second hand Sun,
brightening the lives
of all who can see,
guarding the World
while we sleep.

My heart is aching.
My limbs are sore.
If I awake and
find you gone, will
I want to continue on?
Not for me to decide,
as I am only here
for this short, short ride.

Never more. Never again
will I tell you
I have an ear to lend.

My love for you
is still burning bright,
even when you wake me
in the middle of the night.

When you love another,
what do you do?
Love is a four letter word,
best taken with great trust,
not an emotion coated with rust.

Running on empty
is my emotional life,
as I expend the fuel
helping my wife.
Conversations we have,
I do not understand,
for her evening behavior,
is no longer grand.

The Sunlight has slipped away,
as the shadows seize the day.
The air warmed by the Sun
is here and will not succumb,
as the coolness of the night,
creeps in to enclose us tight,
while the day has become the night
and surrenders again, without a fight.

When Moonlight passes by.
When there are no clouds in the sky,
I'll remember you.
No matter where I go,
No matter where you are,
I'll remember you.
For nothing is this World,
Sets my heart a swirl.
I'll remember you.
Forever and a day,
What ever comes this way,
I'll remember you.
When my heart breaks in two.
When there is nothing I can do,
I'll remember you.

Out the window glass pane,
I see the splatter of more rain.
Rain is nature's own life source
of growing seasons, of course.

My Soul is black,
Now dark with fear,
as the end of a life,
is drawing near.