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Take a trip to Dreamland,
where you can relax in the
comfort of your life's memories.
What an adventure to see

old friends again,
as we move on to new
adventures into this
new life I will share with you.

When you begin,
to lose your loved ones,
as they pass on,
to another dimension,

reflect upon the
good memories,
which touched your
heart, back in the day.

Our life is a series of
interactions, with others.
We opt to connect with
those where we have a common
sense of worthiness.

Should I relent about,
the thoughts in my head?
Thoughts which trouble me,
when I wish I had fled.

My emotions are raw,
as they run through my head,
about moirés and morals,
I thought were dead.

I'm not a young man,
at least not anymore,
so why do I feel,
I could get on a dance floor?

To dance away,
all of my sins,
to determine,
who loses or wins.

So I'll go to the floor,
with cane or walker in hand,
and show the World,
I can still dance with the best of them.

Intimacy. Being close to another person.
Today we seem to be separated from each other.
When in reality we should be close.
My view, my thought for a stronger relationship/

To love, with abandon,
those in your circle
of friends. Moments
pass too quickly. Then they're gone.

The wind was cool,
while the rain poured,
it was raining so hard,
I slipped. Man overboard!

Words stacked like wood,
inside of this old head.
Words used often,
some words unread.

Old words to use,
such as thee and thou.
For God's sake,
even words like how.

Not words,
more like where and when,
but new words,
when we could begin again.

Words, stacked in piles,
stuck in corner and crack,
when used too often,
will try to fight back.

I use words, often,
and use them still.
I shouldn't use them,
but you know I will.

As we travel through
this short life,
we won't always be happy,
but will deal with strife.

The thoughts and memories,
which lay with in this aged mind,
have deteriorated to the point,
my mind, is a wasteland, too unkind,

when memories, once in your mind,
disappear for any reason,
it becomes a trying experience,
perhaps, the mind should have a season.

Unfortunately, that isn't the way it works.
A Spring for rediscovery new ideas and
recurring beauty would be great.
Unfortunately, my mind is a desert of sand.

The grieving process for Dementia
and Alzheimer Disease, can stretch
out for years, thus the title of many,
The Long Goodbye.

Now over 10 years of a slow decline,
of a once beautiful, intelligent, person,
who, as some say, "I was lucky to have
her as long as I did. 66+ years.
But it still hurts!