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Do you still love me,
As you said, you do?
Will you still love me,
When you know I'm through?
Such sadness is my plight
Entering into the lonely night

Just another voice in the wind
Who is going to scream and shout,
About this great lack of compassion
For others, in our life or out.
Stoked by ignorance
Fed by fear.
Is the end
Coming near?

One day, when I'm old and grey,
Uh, wait a minute, that's me today.
How many nights; how many a day
Did it take to get this way?
The time flew by, I must say,
Now I am old, to my dismay.

Let there be fear and fright galore,
When I respond and open the door,
To see the children, that I greet,
Saying to me their, "Trick or Treat".

I planted some bulbs, it was yesterday
Of Bluebells, that will brighten the day
When the beginning of a new Spring,
Will bring beauty, that will make me sing.

Put down your phone and the remote,
It will soon be time to vote.
So pick up your pen or a pencil will do,
And vote your preference, which may be blue,
Or red, if that is what you choose,
But please vote for the one's not to lose.
Vote, Vote, Vote, Vote

Another grey morning,
To start the day,
With occasional fog,
And no Sun ray.
That will come later,
The weather man did say,
But it's possible,
The total day will be grey.

Oh, my sweet sanity,
Have you lost track of me?
Every day is an adventure,
With a different measure,
That challenges me,
To let things be,
And not to sit and fret,
So my love is upset.
Help me do what I must do,
That enables me to care for you.

With minds so shallow,
And thoughts so deep,
It is no wonder
That I can't sleep.

I try to write, what's going on,
In this feeble mind of mine.
Some thoughts just pop, then are gone.
Others just appear, without reason or rhyme.
Don't ask me where they come from,
I can't answer, as I don't know.
I just have them in my mind,
And will put to paper, for show.

This world, is one of greed and passion.
Requests that we all stay in fashion.
Who tell us what to wear today,
Should leave us alone, and go away.

When the fire, burning so brightly,
Has slowly, lost it's flame,
And is now just glowing embers,
When ashes will still remain,
The coolness of evening, will begin
as the crickets sing a sad refrain.