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They talked of the many things,
they enjoyed doing when married,
in their past lives and how difficult
it was when memories reminded them
of what they had lost and would never
again, enjoy with their partners.
The Holidays were approaching and
neither had plans nor the desire to
celebrate. They did agree to meet,
once a week and establish a friendship.
They met several times during the month
and it kindled a sweet relationship, like
father and daughter. The Holidays came,
and they gathered, just the two of them
to celebrate the importance of lonely lives,
into one. They shared happiness. A gift
of love and respect for each of their lives.
They were now embarked with a gift of
love and friendship.
This world can be a lonely place for many
but by talking about their past, they found
a new life and relationship.

Bells ringing on the corner,
red kettle, in hand.
Collecting coins,
throughout the land.

Long will I remember,
praying up above,
for salvation
of the one I love.

This time of year,
this time is sought,
to help others with
those things or have nots.

The days this week,
as my birthday nears,
will crawl by.
No shedding of tears,

for I approach another
event with joy no fears,
for the big occasion,
celebrating eighty-nine years.

A curl of smoke,
clouds the air.
What say you,
it's your hair.

Must not smoke,
in bed at night,
when fun of your smoking,
is not a delight.

I have noticed,
this old mind,
is trying to escape,
to a much happier time.

How else can I explain,
my interest in Netflix's
Korean/Asian melodramas
and my recent Tattoo tricks.

A run and hit mentality,
tempered with much remorse,
as I see my love,
continuing Life's course.

Alone in the airport,
no place to sleep,
except on a bench,
or an airport chair.

I was in Portland,
to San Diego I fly,
except for the weather
and being on standby.

I think of many friends,
from the past.
How some friendships wane,
while others last.

I'm thinking of her now,
as memories flow.
How lucky I've been
during this life's show.

What more can I write
about love and joy,
when I think about her,
my great friend Loy.

You inspire me to
begin writing again.
I thank you for that,
my very best friend.

It's getting close to the time,
when I must shed
words from my mind.
Words Pasay or Dead.

Words of old,
like Thee and Thou,
which I love to use
today, even now.

Why do words
stick in our head,
when thinking of others,
in this life we've led.

I pray for an answer,
although somehow,
it may not matter
if Thee is Thou

The Sun sank
into the Sea.
I could hear,
Hawaii calling me.

Come back to here,
where you belong.
Enjoy this life,
while singing your song.

Sweet Leilani,
Heavenly flower,
come back to me,
come back to me.

Winter winds blow,
icey cold.
Leave are flying,
most gold.

Here am I,
now alone,
no one to visit,
or phone.

When the Sun,
at last,
daylights going,
was fast.

It is when,
I contemplate,
about getting old.
Too late.

I love hearing
the old songs
of Holidays sung
by a choir.

Tales of those
being sung near a fire
where chestnuts roast,
as we hear Jingle Bells,

old refrains of I'm
Dreaming of a White Christmas,
knowing Santa Claus is coming.
God Bless Yee Merry Gentlemen.

He was born upon a Midnight Clear,
as we heard the Angels sing
on high. Oh, Come All
Yee Faithful to Bethlehem.

Frosty the Snowman, rings true,
with All I Want For Christmas,
is You or My Two Front Teeth,
while Mommy was Kissing Santa Claus.

Then Sadly, "Grandmas Got
Run Over by a Reindeer.
Silent Night, Holy Night.
Noel, Noel, Noel.

When words collide,
through action heard,
could we choose
to not flip the bird?

Keep it civil,
please don't shout,
especially when you
don't know what you're talking about.