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The wayward tale of a love gone astray,
in this large World in which we live.
There will always be temptations, which
arise, which challenge us to use good
judgement, involving issues of trust and
moral fortitude.
We are all human. We know our weaknesses.
We have our strengths. We are the same
and yet we are different in how we deal with
the issues we face during this life.
The decisions made set us up to be good
or someone who needs guidance.

Where goes' thou,
in this time of life?
What happens,
when you lose your wife?

Interesting questions
about a change to come.
What will happen,
if I succumb?

Time passes quickly,
in these days of yore,,
when you saw tomorrow,
on the day before.

Time flees
and before you know,
life will end.
The end of life's show.

The darkness pursued
the light of day,
covering the beauty
with light of grey.

Sun rays began
to create the dawn,
as daylight returns,
and we yawn.

New tattoos today.
Have I lost my sanity
or entered a new
stage of vanity?

A dragon,
a feathered plume,
a sword, a moon,
because there was room.

I love these,
my new badge,
struggling to
maintain my courage.

One man.
One cause.
Enjoy the season.
Santa Claus.

Who we love in life,
is a precious token.
Life is great,
if it remains unbroken.

Forever the love,
residing this day,
in the hearts of others.
For this I pray.

No matter the love.
No matter how far,
I'll follow you,
my eternal Star.

He wasn't tiny,
He wasn't tall.
He wasn't large,
He was small.

Garbed in a red suit,
with many white sashes.
A curly, white beard
and snow-white lashes.

Look up to the sky,
listening for the joys,
of jingling bells and
presents for girls and boys.

Merry Christmas,
with good cheer.
Wishing you a very,
Happy New Year.

A fantasy tale within a dream.

What path,
what way,
a broken heart,
on this day.

A lost love,
from long ago.
Close once,
now No.

How to mend
a broken heart,
so many pieces,
lying apart.

What say you,
about lost love?
Something lost from
life's treasure trove.

Flitting, Froh and back,
like a Moth to the flame.
Such is life, whomever,
knowing not your name.