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Latent were,
the first signs of Spring,
Daffodils and Tulips,
a very beautiful thing.

Colored balloons,
floating thru the air,
reminding me of
a state or county fair.

The smell of grilled onions,
and roasted ears of corn,
takes me back to Elephant
Ears and eating Kettle Corn.

I hear a melodious sound,
of your beautiful voice
like music to me,
and I do rejoice.

Our friendship is special,
and I reach out, with the new,
seeing you with your smile
as you come into view.

You are the brightness,
which I long to see.
I hope you are very happy,
for you are beautiful to me.

Hey old friend.
Hey old Pal.
I miss our conversations,
your old friend, Al.

It's hard to believe,
we've been friends, 40 years, or more.
Almost a lifetime, but,
I'm not keeping score.

He danced by himself,
in the back of the room,
thinking of memories, happy,
to brighten the gloom.

Saturday nights.
Nights to be alive,
dancing a Waltz,
the Twist, Bop or Jive.

Slipping backward,
into the darkness,
of where I am,
unaware.

Searching as
I am falling,
into darkness,
and I no longer care.

With Gusto

Where is the beginning?
When did it start?
Where love is lost,
in affairs of the heart.

I'm not your solution.
Please let me be,
for I'm being smothered.
Please respect me.

In better times.

Purify the mind,
whatever the reason,
where I don't care,
about any season.

I want to live,
and be happy again,
be it stormy weather,
or a Spring rain.

From out of the country,
the new year did bring,
a new direction,
and a brand-new Spring.

Long will I remember,
when involving the past,
how days of Summer,
would never last.

Then into Autumn,
Summer to fall,
of multi-color leaves,
the most colorful of all.

Winter is beautiful,
especially with snow,
a Holiday season,
with presents and mistletoe.

And it goes on.