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I know I was writing about a friend,
who would listen to my concerns and
provided support by just listening.
A truly, great trait, for a friend.
I am a lucky man.

When a love is lost,
no matter the cause.
How do you take heartache?
Placing it, on hold or pause?

No matter the time,
no matter the season,
a love lost may,
have many a reason.

Welcome to the World,
of misogynous and sorrow,
of omissions of memories,
about missing a woman tomorrow

The thunder rolled,
as lighting slapped.
A crashing sound,
smelling the Ozone,
in the rain drenched air.

Have we become,
too politically, correct?
Are there any other
barriers we can erect?

Building fences,
seems to be the thing,
keeping people out,
so, they don't bring,

problems to us,
want them or not.
Without fences,
you get what you got.

When the Sun, rises,
in the East,
we will see,
a visual feast.

To write of nothing,
makes little sense,
unless, of course,
you are quite dense.

When this life,
smacks you in the face,
turn the other cheek,
and your faults, embrace.

A lost love,
or a love lost.
What are the burdens,
what is the cost?

To lose a love,
which wasn't yours,
but someone else's
It's your fault. Yours!

I love you,
I truly do,
but my love,
is not fair to you.

When I'm alone
and blue,
I find myself,
thinking of you,

no matter where,
near or far,
I want to be,
where you are.

When hearts collide,
within this chapter of life,
with so many differences,
after losing my wife.

I find it strange to
address someone new,
when I'm still searching for
someone like you.

What do you do,
when faced with this task?
Talk to family and friends,
don't be afraid to ask.

Wayward the boy,
young lad, he.
Wayward the boy,
the boy was me.

Called a "Rowdy",
by some, when in town.
In reality, he was shy,
his pride not found.

Growing into life,
his maturity rose,
now he is known,
for his posture and poise.

A beautiful, young lady,
came into my life.
I knew in the moment,
she would be my wife.

We wed, and two boys,
came our way,
a happy family,
until one day.

Now she is gone,
away from my side,
the beautiful Ellie,
once was my bride.