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I am desperate, to write.
I am desperate, right now,
to write of my love,
but not remembering how.

Why is sadness,
the most news I hear,
when there are other emotions,
which can bring good cheer?
I don't understand,
when life is so dear,
to read of another's life
is gone. No longer here.

I heard the Sirens call,
when I first went to sea.
I'm hearing it once more,
as she is searching for me.
A mournful sound, as I recall.
There was nothing there to see,
except to know in my heart,
she will soon be finding me.
Should I hide away from here?
Will she let me flee,
or go to the Earth's end,
to capture the Soul of me?
I now dream of sleepless nights
when I was last at sea,
knowing when the Siren calls,
it may be the end of me.

Here we are,
once more.
A very small fear,
of the loss of
your memory and recall,
which has gone away
and will no longer be,
yours to bring forth,
for others to hear
and all to riminess,
of the adventures we had
during this life of ours.
A captured image, now gone,
we must work hard,
and keep moving on.

A lost soul
now lives with me,
knowing not where
she should go or be.
Being alone
within her body shell,
I cannot imagine
what type of Hell,
she sees every day,
for there is nothing
to change the way,
for her memories
no longer stay.

This old heart is aching,
it is broken in two.
I would like to fix it,
but uncertain what to do.
Can't mend it with sutures
nor use string or glue.
My only known solutions
is to keep on loving you.

Why do I write the words,
so simple of sound,
when no one is here,
no one around.
I try to write,
about happier times,
with straight flowing words,
which often won't rhyme.
I don't know why,
is what I must say,
for when I write,
the words come out this way.

An aging story
of an old, old man.
A year gone by
without a plan.
A wasted year,
since it began.
A year of lockdown.
One year of restrain,
we cannot regain,
as the time has been lost,
an old mans refrain.

I have been most fortunate
in this life of mine.
May I ask you a question?
Will you be my Valentine?

A pain in my belly,
has now settled in.
I am uncertain
as to when it began.
A first worry is Covid19
or is it the result
of your shot of vaccine?
A new worry
or just a bad scene,
must be considered,
as there's no in between.

The current news of today,
can be independently dumb.
If you allow those words; heard
to influence life and to succumb
to the stupidity of what is seen,
performed by so many others,
then placed in print by a machine.

My sanity unravels,
as I pursue
finding some vaccine
for me and you.
The action is done
as we have received
shot #1.