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Come back to me, my elusive one.
Return to our old life.
Be the one who breaks this curse
of the Dementia which has your mind.
Helping you prepare for bed,
I did resent but now instead
work with you, my lovely child,
as you talk to me and smile.
The smile from many years gone by,
as I ask the Lord, please tell me why.

I saw the fear in your eyes.
You are not smart, not even wise.
Who in the World is your coach?
You cast aspersions, when you lie.
Don't be a "bully." Don't even try,
for your reputation has said Goodbye.

"What's going one?" is often said,
when you go out and "Break Bread."
Breaking bread? What does it mean?
To have a conversation with a friend,
is a good way, which will lend
itself to share your precious time
and in an effort to make this rhyme.

I left town, in a hurry
you see,
for I believed something was
chasing me.
Eerie events, began to confound
my life,
as I tried to ignore my
new plight,
but found I didn't like
the sight
of looking back at what was when
I began,
to see other, not as friends
but enemies.

A downward slide
into the gloom.
Just one more step
before the tomb.

I apologize to all on this beautiful, cold Sunday morning
for the morbid writing.

It becomes hard to write of cheer,
when all the news is about fear.
The fear of Death, with no one near.
No one to touch or to hear.
To strengthen your resolve, hold you dear
and pray with you as you disappear.

Am I sick within my head?
I ask this question, with no dread,
For the thoughts in this old brain,
Are like the proverbial run away train.

My emotions and thoughts are in between
An old man and a love struck teen.
I wish and pray; What does it mean?
Should I speak or flee the scene?

The night was darker
than a racists heart.
There was no love,
it was the start
of this great Nation
coming apart.
Here is a suggestion
just for you,
if you want a change
please Vote Blue.

I will love you still,
after the bloom of the
Rose has left.
When the petals have lost
their color
and life is no longer
on this Earth.
You will always be
my forever.

Where goes thee on the this gloomy day,
while others go somewhere to play?
A place of quiet, comfortable and warm,
will be my choice, my new Norm.
A coffee Americano, at a familiar space
where I'll see friends with a smiling face.

May the God in heaven,
Up above,
Know the deep intent
Of my love.
May all those you know
Be aware,
Of the one person of who
You care.

When life is gone,
away from here.
When there are no more
teams to cheer.
When your friends are
gone from here.
When the Rooster crows at
break of dawn.
When your life is good
and not forlorn.
When in this time
love is back.
When our lives will be
back on track.