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There is nothing, in this world,
about being bad or being good,
unless it's taken for granted,
simply misunderstood.

The dreams we had,
have mostly gone away.
Enjoy your life in the moment.
Stop! Make time for play.

My Soul, is shredded,
my heart took a break,
for all you have given me,
my heart is not awake.

My heart flutters,
when I hear my name,
your voice calling me,
yet here I remain.

Alone, in a crowd,
a new life to start,
as I try to find,
what's left in my heart.

A most difficult time,
in this old life of mine,
as I move forward,
encouraged by a glass of wine.

Recovery is slow,
as I have been told,
but emotions are there,
with memories of old.

Gazing out the window,
Looking out the door.
Waiting for you to appear,
you aren't here anymore.

What will my life be,
if I no longer, have you?
I'm lost at this moment,
what do I do?

Remember when,
we would write in the dust,
or on a steamy window,
and In God We Would Trust.

Memories, I favor, once more,
those were the times, we would spend,
when we're searching for a love,
unaware of when it would end.

Twas early morning,
before Dawns early light.
I was returning home,
after a long partying night.

I was exhausted, but
still feeling all right,
trying to go to bed,
and to turn off the light.

Had to go to Seattle,
once more, once again
to provide security,
for a very close friend.

I love the mountains,
I love the shore,
but at this moment,
I love you more.

I love the smell,
of the Sea air,
but most of all,
I love your hair.

The fire was dwindling,
to black ash and flame,
nestled in the fire pit,
where embers will remain.

Light poured out,
of windowed glass,
reflecting upon the
rain, sprinkled, grass.

Shadows made,
by limbs of trees,
waving aimlessly,
in a Spring breeze

When memories fade,
when mirrors fall,
will we still remember,
anything at all?

This fragile life's existence,
good as your mind can be,
will pass the memories,
going into infinity.

Do you recall the scenes,
from your memories past
and realize you will not be,
remembered, as they didn't last.

As old memories fade,
or just go away,
I'm reminded once more,
of the small role we play.

All of the actors,
in this life's scheme,
living your life,
another good dream.

Memories flow,
then go away,
hopefully remembering,
when having a bad day.

When life was young,
so was I.
Now, I'm just another,
real, old guy.

One needs to laugh,
a big guffaw,
for life can be short,
when pursued by the Law.