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There is a special time,
when evening is nigh,
you are with me,
close to my side.
No social distancing
for us to decide,
it's time to enjoy life,
our eyes opened wide.

I love the sound of a fire outdoors.
It's the smell of the smoke, I abhor.
All the wood smoke clings to your clothes.
The odor you bring is not from a Rose.

What are the words, you now write,
full of platitudes, just didn't seem right,
like a shirt on your old body,
has shrunk again; now it's too tight.
Why writing these words, have become trite.
Try as I will; it is my plight,
to do better with all my might,
not writing these words, an oversight.

No matter how near.
No matter how far.
You will always be
My brightest star.
For you bring love,
It's who you are,
The best in my life,
My brightest star.

The old fool has risen,
he's going to fall,
his mind is not working.
It's not working at all.

Serendipity is now in play
as an old memories have gone away.
Ask not of him of what it might be,
For his exploits in life, you cannot see.

When I write down these words
on paper, using a pen,
are they becoming more absurd
or do I still continue to pretend,
I am a writer who
has now lost his way.
Please help me Lord,
for my mind has gone astray.

I reach out for you,
but you've gone away.
Your body is here,
the mind didn't stay.
I love you so
and will always pray,
please stay with me
until the end of our day.

Thank you, dear Lord
for letting me stay
on this good Earth
for one more day.

Come see me now.
Come see me play.
Do it now.
Do it today,
For very soon,
It's gone away,
Never again,
Not even today.
The loss of time,
Has gone away,
No more watching,
Your Children play.

I see once again,
the far away look,
in your brown eyes,
when you try hard
to think and realize,
you know not of
objects, which you see,
as a puzzled expression,
comes rushing at thee.
What can I do?
What can I say,
telling you, your safe
and I won't go away.

I am going to go back
and crawl in my bed,
for my head is pounding,
like the drum of the dead.
My eyes are so weary,
a color of light red.
I shouldn't have been drinking
and then someone said,
"Last round"

I believe I have been here before,
but who in the World is Lenore?
Did I read a book of lore?
It was Poe's Raven saying "Nevermore."