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Be mine tonight, is a thought I hear,
but I now find, you are not here.
Is it a love missing from there?
No more the beauty, for all to share.
Why must all the lives be in disarray,
when all we want is a beautiful day?

I worry now, most every day
you aren't with me.
Your mind has gone away.
What to do when this occurs?
Write another line of verse.

No more to write,
The words of Love,
No more to do,
For sit I here,
At the desk alone,
Looking for inspiration.
A sad situation, it is said
As I sit, virtually brain dead.

The night was short,
but lest I forget,
as I awake and
the sheets are wet.
Incontinence, is not the thing,
who anyone would want,
but changing sheets at 4:30 Am,
is not what I sought.
She cannot help it, this I know
it's why I still love her so.

I see the look in your eyes.
Crazed.
I hear the sound of your voice.
Amazed.
I see your reaction to pressure.
Dazed.
I see how you handle adversity.
Praised.

The red of a Rose.
The green of a grape vine,
are my favorite colors,
for I love this time of year,
when the colors of a rainbow
become so very dear,
yet the dark of charcoal,
muted with whites and grey
are in my mind, at this time of
unrest, as another life has gone away

When I say, "Let's go uptown"
what does it mean?
When I say, "Let's go downtown",
is it a different scene?
We do not say east or west side town
or talk with words, bordering on obscene,
as we will not use those words
or will we demean,
the intent of the words we use,
when we describe our last dream.

When the Dawn breaks,
across this land,
in to shiny shards of glass,
will we still be here
to describe our love
and the daylight will pass.

I read your obituary today
and thought of the words,
from our past times,
when I talked with thee.
My recollection was the kindness,
which I heard in our talks;
The words were just words to me,
but I could hear the love
you had for friends and family.
Rest in peace in the afterlife,
where your Soul is now free,
as the World is now a sadder place,
you're gone and we no longer see.

Love is something
which we have.
There isn't a limit
of how much we gave.

Don't be dumb,
don't you succumb
to the loud beat,
without a drum.

It has been said, by others,
"clothes make the man."
So tell me how it does
and help me understand.
I wore a hat when I was young;
a great time for me,
back in the year, 1943.
My little Sister, stood by my side.
To this day she is my friend.
She has a recurring Cancer, back again.
I pray for her nightly; can't pretend,
I'm worried for her recovery
and will pray for her once again.