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I have a problem, that I now see.
That little problem, I believe is me.
When life has changed; gone amok.
If everything you touch is just bad luck.
It is hard to control my mentality.
To remain positive taking care of thee.
I need some time of my own, that I see.
A time that will revive and refresh,
So I regain a better looking reality.

What is this life supposed to be
when looking into eternity?

Can you tell me
or at least relate,
when God will open.
Heaven's Gate?
I want to know,
so when it's time,
I can go and see
her through, away from
this time of pain
and memory loss.
A sad refrain
that can be
a moment of joy,
at least for her,
but not for me.

I must say, with little flair
that I feel so much despair,
about the slow destruction of
someone who I dearly love.
Discussions that happened minutes ago
are gone from her mind, that is so
clogged with random questions and thought
that is unclear to me, as I cannot
provide the answers to her question,
not even a slim, remote suggestion.
She behaves like a child again,
except the aging body has much pain.
Conversations we have filled with love
thanks to you, mighty Lord up above.

When our conversation runs amok
And thoughts are jumbled and questions
Asked about today or days past.
No semblance of day or time
Can't read a clock face at any time.
No logic or reason, causes despair,
But the questioner is not aware
And yet, when it's time for bed
The small discussions are in my head.
A question is asked, you see,
"Why is this happening to me?"
There are no tears asking for sympathy,
Just an awareness of something wrong
And in our hearts we must stay strong.

I fear my Soul has gone
far across the raging sea.
Perhaps it has tired of this life
And wants to be set free.

I am very reluctant.
That is not unique.
To look into life's
Mysteries of the World,
That we know well,
Be it great Heaven
Or one of Hell.
Perhaps I will never know
And will soon amaze
The way of life
That has gone away.

I do remember.
It's been awhile,
The sound of laughter,
That crooked smile.
The eyes so brown,
The dark, long hair,
The girlish figure,
You had no waist.
Walking fast,
Not like now,
When steps do falter
And then somehow,
You stop to rest,
As aches and pain,
Stops you from
Walking fast again.
I love you so,
Even with your mind
No longer there
And words that come
Are of great despair.
What will I do
When your are gone
And I, no longer
Hear our own love song.

I watch you smile,
while I do surmise,
not wanting you to see,
the moisture in these eyes.
Then you say to me again,
"Why is this happening to me?
I was smart
and had a mind,
now there's nothing,
It's so unkind."

The light of day
made it's way
across the dewy grass.
The shadows of darkness
were like shiny glass.
Flowers were tightly closed
awaiting the morning Sun,
while Bees began their flight,
a journey yet to come.
As the dew began to dry
when Nature's morning try
was, once again, on the move
in a repetitious manner
of colors to peruse.

What is this place
that we know well?
Is it heaven
or is it hell?
It matters not
for you or me,
but will shorten
the time for our children
and will end humanity.
We must reduce
Global Warming,
for the generations
left to be,
victims of our insanity.

My love for you does abound.
There is no music nor any sound,
That is like my love, profound.
Tell me please, what can I do
To profess my love to you?