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When the amber waves of grain,
come crashing down upon your soul,
perhaps, we will understand,
nothing, in this great world, is free.

Our Society is, in my opinion,
changing to a society of
those with their hands out,
be it politician, charitable institutions,
Drives for Cancer, Alzheimer, et al.
or any other cause deemed needy.

I, for one, do not have unlimited
income to support everyone,
who believe they have a
need to access my money.

Sorry Charly, If I have any
money left over from paying my
bills and the invoices for my wife,
in a Memory Care Facility, I'll let
you know.

When thinking about this current life,
I want to run and hide away.
Fearing the outcome of another,
my fear stands in complete dismay.

Self-imposed, criticism,
is the worst.
Self-induced pressure,
make my head burst.

Sitting, when Harry Nilsson,
starts singing,
"Living without you."
Cripes, just what I needed.
Then I thought of my wife.
Different story. Harrys singing
about leaving a girl.
A choice.
I think about losing my wife.
A choice no one made.

Have we parted ways,
without a fight?
My mood is darkness,
both day and night.

Is this it,
no more hellos.
No more buttons,
no more bows?

If my words,
have hurt you, too,
please let me know.
I do care about you.

I look,
I see,
a reflection,
of someone,
with old hair.
What stories,
that old head,
could tell.

May I tell you,
how I feel,
when I'm around you?

My spirit will fly,
when you are near.
My heart beats faster.
I love your smile,
your brown eyes, too,
for you are the only one,
I will see.

All the pleasure,
I would give you,
makes my life,
a beautiful event.
What else is love,
a time of wonder,
when two souls,
connect in life,
and so, it goes.
I love you.

Why must you leave,
Why must you go?
You are the one,
I love you, so.

So little time,
to hold you once more.
Your smiling voice,
I do adore.

So many things,
so few days.
I am missing
the happy day ways.

The sound of laughter,
a ringing bell,
I will love you always,
and love you well.

The edge of night,
begins to appear,
as the light fades
and will disappear.

Why do I not see
your beautiful smile,
when I am away
for a little while.

I miss you,
every waking hour.
You are my strength,
my source of power.

Walk with me,
my young child.
One pace behind,
will be our style.

Hurry you, not,
slow our pace.
A graceful walk,
full of grace.

Quiet will be,
our private walk,
as you listen,
as I talk.

I have much,
which I will tell.
When we are quiet,
there's no need to yell.

When we walk
in this way,
we will truly have
a blessed day.

My want in life
is a happy you.
My wish is to know,
what I can do.

Yesterday, I saw you,
you kept asking me,
"Who are you?"
Joy is when I see,
you, although,
you don't know me.