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Goodbye to my sister
and my brother too,
for I will now leave you
in your own political stew.
Defend to the end,
what you seem to believe.
You are no longer family,
saying this now, when I leave.
Don't call tomorrow. Don't send a note,
unless it's to tell me now,
you have changed your vote.

Fear not the life
that lies ahead,
for once you're dead,
you are dead.

Down the long path,
in fading light,
I recall a past journey,
before the twilight .
A trip to remember
to a beautiful site.
If I could only
remember the night,
lost from my memory,
now out of sight.

Look in the past for the beautiful
image, I see next to me.
No one can tell us we can't love
each other, until the time we're free.
Please help me now,
for I feel like a stranger;
A strange thought for me.
Walk this way with me forever
and I will make you see,
my heart is breaking now,
as I no longer can be,
the mirror in the window,
of you looking back at me.

Poor decisions
have consequences,
for all,
including you,
Donald Trump.

Sometimes I want to
lead a simpler life,
without hate or strife.
A place to live
around our friends,
where your life's mistakes
require no amends.

The coming darkness
of a long cold night,
comes gradually, once more
as day enters twilight.
When the light of day
dwindles down
and fades away
to a moonlit sky,
with stars a flicker.
We pass the time
but it goes not quicker.
When the dawn breaks
like a clap of thunder,
our night of fun will
still be a wonder.

An exercise, done on command:
Draw a picture of your hand.
This was done 40 years ago.
Why I didn't continue? I don't know.
So now, I must, with old brain
Start again, working to re-train,
My eyes to capture, what I see,
On to paper again, so readily.

Away we all go.
Away across the Sea.
You go by yourself.
I won't be going with thee.
It is the end of our journey
through our life; you and me,
while we cling to this life,
for whatever it will be.

The wandering flower,
a marauding vine,
may produce soon
a very tasty wine.
Nothing like a
cluster of grape,
to have eyes see
with my mouth agape.

Have I seen you around?
Have you been here before?
May I walk you home?
Could we just explore,
Talking of the times
And things we adore.
Would you have dinner with me
So we can talk and see
If we are compatible and
Have the same love,
Or is our meeting
Just a passing love?
It must be difficult,
During a time like this
For there will be no hugging
And most certainly, No Kiss.

She sees but cannot see.
She hears but cannot hear.
She questions, asking to be,
Saying, "What's wrong with me?"
I say without remand,
"Your mind has no command.
Your thoughts do not connect,
I am here to protect,
from what you cannot see;
From what you cannot hear,
for all this life's eternity."