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I will no longer refrain,
from stating a fact,
when you are mistaken,
turn around and go back.

Confusion, reigns,
in my mind.
Perhaps, you can help,
my memories to find.

When I was young,
so many years ago,
I fell in love,
at least I thought so.

It may have been love,
or just a big infatuation,
but as I recall,
it was more like a sensation.

A sensation of warmth,
that made me feel funny,
for after I met her,
all of my days were sunny.

I hope to return to,
where there was a chance,
to submerge myself,
in relearning to dance.

Old time dance steps,
or anything new.
It's what I would like,
to dance there with you.

I am very sorry,
for allowing myself,
to become fond of you.
It was inappropriate,
allowing this to happen.
You were very kind,
shortly after my
wife passed away.
I became too dependent,
upon you. I'm sorry.

Thoughts of being near the ocean
are in my mind. Many years we spent
on the Oregon coast. I miss it. I will
return again, alone with my memories.

A sadness today,
my love's gone,
now 3 months.
I am still alone.

The Old Fool,
At risk, once more.
Another mistake,
With an open door.

Assumptions many,
Not keeping score,
Mistakes, again made,
Now a closed door.

Will you learn a lesson,
Unlike you did before
As you irritated the one,
Who has locked the door.

When did indifference,
become a popular way,
to treat residents of
this assisted living community?

Leaving a resident in the dining room,
when they want to go back to their room.
Perhaps there is a better way to
deal with this. Certainly better
than the resident beating on the table
with their cup. It distracts the wait staff
from taking meal orders and waiting
on others residents.

How wonderful,
life could be,
when surrounded by,
family and friends like thee.

Must we keep hidden,
how we feel,
or have I known,
what was real?

I don't know,
not sure I care,
I just hope people,
are aware,

of how good you've been,
to me during this lifetime,
when I thought my life was over.
It wasn't my time.

Time for me to make a trip to the Oregon Coast

6 years ago, Twas written.

I wrote this around, 1978. I haven't yet succumbed to the degradation of alcohol,
although, I may be on edge of insanity.