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Life is too short,
so is the day,
when the night falls
and love slips away.

I look at the towel bar
on the bathroom wall,
realizing it isn't level;
not level at all.

A sip of brandy,
a beer and wine,
will tide me over,
until the Sunrise.
I normally don't drink a lot
but these days
are challenging my resolve,
to keep fighting
the good cause,
for that is all I've got.
A sip of grape brandy,
when starting the day,
will get the juices flowing,
it is what they all say.

The road is wide
toward the bend,
traveling towards,
our journey's end.
The days are short,
the nights are long.
We use our breath
to sing a song.
Good golly, ms Molly
comes to mind
and the future is better,
for all of mankind.

Driving in snow, is such a thrill,
except when you travel down hill.
Apply your brakes gently, or instead
your car becomes a 4 wheel sled.

Writing my words
for all you to read,
is great, especially for me.
It is the best therapy
and is what I need.
I sincerely hope, what you read
helps provide interest,
when the words do succeed.

Early in this life it was heartache.
Here we are now; it is heart break.
It isn't funny, for I now see,
You always were the best part of me.

When the cold, black, stillness of night,
slowly begins to ebb and to wane,
as the bright rays from the Sun,
push slowly through the window pane.
I awake slowly to a new light,
of a brand new, most wonderful day,
then I notice you've gone away.
Your body is still here with me,
but your mind has escaped and is free.
You will soon awake; there I'll be
to help you; you will see.

There was a time,
There was a place,
When every night,
I'd see your face.
A face of pure
Beauty to see,
from now
to eternity.
A face to launch
One thousand ships,
To save the World,
From one so far,
Who had no love,
From which to choose,
Just the fate of others,
The World to lose.

The light of love
seeps from your eyes.
I have seen this before,
it is not a surprise.
Brown is the color
of those beautiful eyes.
Soft is your laugh,
so I'm left to surmise
when the love pours forth
from your beautiful eyes.

You bring forth the life
in this aged, old soul.
I'll write not in riddles,
for you make my life whole.

The wind gusts against tree and limb,
rattling the leaves; creating a din.
Small, dead branches fall without sound,
amongst the Maple leaves covering the ground.
Break out the rakes, for a short while.
Start raking those leaves into a pile.
Pick up all leaves, at the scene,
to get a jump on this Fall scene.