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When I am old
and gone away,
will you remember me,
when you pray?

Last night I sat with my wife,
she looked at me saying,
"Are you married?"
Yes, I am, my heart swaying.

"Where is she?", was said.
You're my wife, I did say.
She beamed, with her smile,
"I'm so happy, I like you today."

Being with her, my desire,
to remain close to her.
She's alone, in her mind,
it must be lonely, there.

She sat next to me,
knowing me not, I fear.
A little moisture,
now in my eye. A tear?

Why the emotions?
I'm a grown man,
crying is not supposed
to happen, but it can.

When tears, course
down my cheek,
I try to be brave
but my eyes leak.

Thank you for this morning,
my day is now complete,
Hearing about her reaction,
was a special treat.

I will write of you,
every night,
and think about your eyes,
so bright.

Our own tale of love
and tears.
Our worries about all
our fears.

A fear of losing
our love,
due to no
interest above.

A few days of confusion.
Monday I was helping
my wife. She looked at
me, saying you don't
belong here. Leave.
I did.

Yesterday, she asked me
if I was married. I said yes,
She wanted to know who.
I explained it was she.
Her reply was, "No way!"

I understand. Not what
she is going through but
the confusion in her mind.
We have been married for
sixty-five years

I see you,
my interest
is piqued
at best.

Not looking
for romance.
Just a chance
to converse.

I seldom
talk with
an adult,
except on
occasion,
with our
children,
or close friend.

Why do
I care?
Probably my
emotional needs,
blowing hot and cold.

Reactionary
at best,
certainly
not planned.

Missing you, as what I see,
You are still waiting here.
It makes me love you more,
for you still call me dear.

How many balls can I juggle?
Bats in the belfry.
Two cards short of a full deck.
A few bricks short of a full load.

Life was good,
life was fine,
then the crap
hit the fan.

How far do I go
avoiding time with
my wife when she
says she wants to
be with me?

Am I destroying her
confidence, mental
condition or not.
What a thought to
wrestle with.

Today seems to be one of sadness.
The thought of losing someone,
close, after all these years,
is very painful, today.
Most days, I deal with this
by avoiding it.
Pre-occupy my thoughts with
other activities, which recquire
concentration.
It is Tax time.

Shaky,
these words, mine,
involuntary shaking,
not an MS sign.

Thank God for that,
don't wish to burden, She,
with more worry,
which she has for me.

If I could run,
without pain,
would I run again,
would I train?

Running, a way of life,
I ran after work.
Running miles, out the door,
wouldn't shirk.

There was a time, I believed,
I could run forever.
Hit the right pace,
run for hours, a sweet endeavor.

Started running marathons,
at the age of 55.
Ran 4 the first year,
really felt alive.

I no longer run,
my muscle tone is weak,
but if I can train again,
who knows what I can reap.