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Rest in peace, my long ago friend.
I'll see you soon. Don't know when.
Your name Larry, we called you "Jake",
we all had nick names to take.
You were quiet with a humorous view.
Being with the Lord, is now You.
Larry say hello to Frank and Jim,
while I say a prayer; sing a Hymn.
Good bye for now, my old friend.

Away we go. Again to the sea.
It is the location, waiting for me.
Smells of the ocean and the noise,
brings back memories, with all the joys.
Sounds of Seagulls, smelling the air,
are blessed events, when I am there.

In the early days
of this life of mine,
I had no money,
not a single dime.
The work for some,
took too much time,
to achieve the result
and pay the fine,
for being a poor
relative of mine.

Being alone, is a state of mind.
I do enjoy the quiet I find.
Is it bad? Is it so unkind,
Peeling back words to unwind?

I need help.
Someone to write
These words for me,
As they spill
From my head,
Fast and readily.
My hands are now
Cramping, I see,
As I scribble words,
Which come from me.

The words were bad;
I've heard them before.
"Get up! Quit dragging your blanket,
Across the family room floor.
Get off your rear.
Get out of bed.
Do not let the negative thoughts
Stay in your head.

I lay next to her, my oldest friend,
with fear by my side, as I pretend.
The life we have loved, is close
to the end, as she morphs into a
child. A young child once again.
A young person, in her mentality,
but old in her physical reality.
My head on the pillow
as tears start to seep,
while the sadness overcomes me,
as I pray for others, and fall asleep.
I write of sadness, to no avail,
wondering about life and my fail.
Failed to keep her safe from harm.
A failure too late, to see the alarm,
as her memories, slowly fade away.
Please don't tell me, "Have a good day."

I once stood where you are now.
Full of excitement, of what will be.
A new life's adventure, now I see,
Pictures of love; happiness for thou.
The hurt in this World, I disavow.

Dancing through Midnight.
Dancing until dawn.
No sleep tonight.
Too young to yawn.
Working all day.
Then going to meet,
My friends, once more,
For the pleasant treat,
Dancing again, until dawn,
Followed by a collapse
Into the warmth of bed,
Sleeping the long sleep,
The sleep of the dead.

You were always there,
close by my side,
our life's journey, smooth,
now a bumpy ride.
I have no regrets.
not even a few.
My life was much better,
being married to you.

Sadness, sadness, you are back again,
though you never left me, my old friend.
You let me know, over and over, again,
About the hurt in our World, on end.

"Where is my purse?"
Brings fear to me,
For she still carries
Credit cards and identity.
She may remember not,
I'm supposed to be,
Her best, personal security.
I will do better
Just wait and see.