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There are many words,
flowing through my head.
Most of the time my minds alive,
other times, it's brain dead.

When that happens,
there's one way to reply.
Start writing down everything,
all the truths plus one lie,

for when words flow,
out of this old mouth,
it means I've lost my way,
my words, headed South.

I'd like to stay,
and chat for a bit,
but my body is aching,
and my brain is unfit.

You are a vision,
I see in the whole,
your beautiful eyes,
capture my soul.

Thank you my dear,
for being my friend.
This is a friendship,
which will never end.
At least not for me.

The roar of the Ocean,
sounds of the waves.
Seagulls a squawking,
a wind misbehaves.

Would you like the Ocean,
to go there to see,
the sights which surround you,
the beautiful Sea.

Fashionable,
Back in style.
We've been shopping,
at least for a while.

What clothes to wear,
to avoid fashion, faux pas,
and avoid despair,
for everything that was.

What persuaded,
a sad, old man,
to fall in love,
once again?

Was it a desire,
for companionship,
a reason to laugh,
or infatuation?

A one way love,
will never last.
There is no future,
just a past.

I am in love,
one more time.
It's not right,
she's not mine.

It makes no sense,
to feel this way,
for she is young,
I'm old and grey.

There is nothing wrong,
having a young friend.
It's just started/began,
it won't last, it will end.

Does this make sense?
Nothing about it which I see,
but time will pass.
It will be over for me.

He was an Oracle,
with a dubious reputation,
with an obscure response,
after his libation.

Dispensing information,
bordering on calico sky,
he would use ambiguity,
to piece together his lie.

Half-truths were his strengths,
with questions of why.
Whatever words were next
to bolster his grand lie.

Across the country, he travelled,
lying all the way,
Spreading rumors, a plenty,
accepted as truth every day.

This is a reprint of what I wrote to my wife when,
she had been officially diagnosed with Dementia but was
moving towards Alzheimer disease. It continued until she passed,
on December 24, 2023.

Here I sit,
counting my blessings, once more.
How lucky I have been, in life,
yet I still want more.

More relationships,
I realize, I may be reaching,
for something, not possible.
I will keep on searching.

Dragon tails,
come into play,
when a Wizard
left, running away.

He couldn't
cast any spells.
Where he went?
No one tells.

When your mind is open
and imagination runs free.
There is nothing to stop you,
unless it's not within thee.

My thoughts
are racing to scenes.
Afloat in a Sea
of broken dreams.

Dreams my wife had,
about what we would do,
when retirement came,
and have a trip or two.

Those days were numbered,
we didn't know,
she'd have lung cancer,
and away we would go,

to 10 years of Dementia,
a most challenging scene,
of my beloved's life,
Alzheimer's destroying dream.

Now it's all over,
she passed away.
I remain here, alone,
waiting for judgement day.