Magazine Posts

Forgone the shadows,
upon your feet.
When meeting a stranger,
be sure you greet.

From out the roots
of a Love gone bye,
comes the memories
from we, You and I.

Lost memories
of happy days past.
Memories I thought,
would last and last.

Alas it didn't happen,
as we had wished it to.
I have all our memories,
for my wife's never came through.

Choose your own weapon,
in a battle of words.
Choose them wisely,
don't be absurd.

Words, can be hurtful,
spiteful, in their own way.
Choose them for their meaning.
Be sure what you say.

Words which come later,
such as sorry or few,
but you must say now,
I still love you.

Help and trust each other,
as we did before,
for life will be better,
than not loving anymore.

An old voice, with an appropriate
message this morning.

A vertical response to
those who haven't a clue,
when words won't cut it,
so, a fingered gesture will do.

Look at me,
just one moment to say.
How did our life become
such a disarray?

What has life brought
to this circle of many?
When nothing you say,
is worth a farthing or penny.

I wish I knew,
the answer to life,
especially when it's
the health of my wife.

You brighten my life,
with your nice smile.
My Soul will soar,
at least for a while.

There should be no confusion
about a relationship like ours,
for it is simple enjoyment,
during this trip to the stars.

Friendships happen, usually by fate,
so don't be upset or sad
for it's all a good thing.
There is nothing bad.

Isolation of the mind,
believe as you would,
can change your life,
to something better or good.

Try being yourself,
as you do something good,
for there is no reason,
for you to be misunderstood.

Life is short.
Shorter as we age.
Make the best of your time,
it's time to turn the page.

Should I ask you today,
to not worry about the morrow,
for remembering our friends,
who are gone now in sorrow.

It was a slow day
at the station. He was
passing the time,
thumbing through magazines.
It was getting close to quitting.
He was ready, believing,
he needed some R & R, or
rest and relaxation.

He was a lonely, widowed man.
Having lived alone for these
past years of his life.
His first love, his wife had
passed to the ravages of
Alzheimer Disease. He was living
alone, in an independent
living facility but needed more interaction.
It was why he took the job.
He had family but visits were
intermittent. Life presents challenges
and this once introverted young man,
now relished talking with people.
Friends or strangers, it mattered not
(to be continued)

He was observant and saw many
people from the window of his
workplace. He had noticed a
young lady, every day and remarked,
She seemed energetic and always smiled.
One day she came and looked sad.
Her eyes were red.
He took a break to have a cup
of tea. The tea shopped where e
went was full. There was an open
spot. As he approached, asking if he
could sit. He realized it table was
occupied, by the same young lady,
he had observed earlier that day.
He sat and exchanged pleasantries.
Slowly, they began to talk. Both lonely
souls, lost in reverie.
He told her his story about being
married and losing his wife from
Dementia-Alzheimer. She began
with a sad story of a lost love. She
had been married, when a tragic
accident happened she lost her husband,
of 12 years.