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When our conversation runs amok
And thoughts are jumbled and questions
Asked about today or days past.
No semblance of day or time
Can't read a clock face at any time.
No logic or reason, causes despair,
But the questioner is not aware
And yet, when it's time for bed
The small discussions are in my head.
A question is asked, you see,
"Why is this happening to me?"
There are no tears asking for sympathy,
Just an awareness of something wrong
And in our hearts we must stay strong.

I am very reluctant.
That is not unique.
To look into life's
Mysteries of the World,
That we know well,
Be it great Heaven
Or one of Hell.
Perhaps I will never know
And will soon amaze
The way of life
That has gone away.

I watch you smile,
while I do surmise,
not wanting you to see,
the moisture in these eyes.
Then you say to me again,
"Why is this happening to me?
I was smart
and had a mind,
now there's nothing,
It's so unkind."

What is this place
that we know well?
Is it heaven
or is it hell?
It matters not
for you or me,
but will shorten
the time for our children
and will end humanity.
We must reduce
Global Warming,
for the generations
left to be,
victims of our insanity.

Once again, the Crow came down
to check the rain slicked grass.
Looking for worms to eat.
For those of you, that do not
know, worms will surface,
if there is rain, for they
need to breathe, as they cannot
if there is too much water.
Watch the Crow, tilt their head,
to see the hunting ground.
For hunting is what they do
and it's done with little sound,
but if they discover a source of
food for them, they will caw and
caw some more to advise their
family and their friends.
A Crow, you see, is a very
intelligent creature, that stays
together as family until one
does demise. They are not only smart
but also very wise.

If I want your attention,
Must I hit you in the nose
Or will a new state of tension,
Lead to a war we never chose?

This heart
that beats
within my chest,
does so
with little rest.
An irregular beat,
that skips along
but with rhythm
like a song.
I am
the oldest son,
of this
family mine,
that loves life
of all others,
be they sisters
or our brothers.
We all are
of God's choice,
so please pray
for all your peers,
keeping control
of all your fears.
Hang strong,
I say to you.
You of all
know what to do.

You're a man now, don't you cry.
Words that still echo in my head.
To this day, coming from years past,
When being stoic, was not a choice,
But a state of deportment, for you.
It served me well, through the years,
To keep that "stiff upper lip."
So I was surprised, when one day
I felt a tear roll down my cheek.
A sad movie or tragic scene,
Demean me not in Public, you see,
For being stoic is what I am
Supposed to be, makes little sense.
I understand, but I must
Act like a man, not shed a tear.

Rainfall refreshes the air.
Water puddling in the street,
Except under the trees,
There lie the flowers,
In pots so dry,
Still growing with
All the colors, galore
More Impatiens are
What we need
To brighten this
Gloomy day.

In the US Navy and been at sea.
Doing Island Surveillance,
My mates and me.
Pulling into the Harbor
Our anchor drops
Into the waters of this beautiful bay,
At the South Pacific Island of Ponape.
We go ashore to walk about
And observe this Island life.
A native male, in a loin cloth.
One picture of me with ancient
Island wealth; Stone money called Fey.
The stone is not of this Island
And was carried in a dugout from
Where; not known.
Our mission was to check the population,
Pass out medicine and rations.
A great lesson of history in kind
Of reversing back to another time.

This life I knew,.
The wife I had,
Is now askew,
Has gone bad.

Dementia isn't good
And will never be,
Wish that I could,
Provide help to thee.

Trying hard to please
Caring, about every day,
Down on my knees
To think and pray.

It doesn't matter
Doing it this way,
For all the idle chatter,
Here I will stay.

To be with you
And for my care,
Please let me do,
So you are aware.

How do you write about
what you don't know?
Through observation of daily
contact and comments?
I have noted the comments,
"I don't know what I am doing."
Discussions are often started by
"Do you remember?" and then
a struggle, by me to call forth
an answer to that question.
A question from me, in return,
as I try to "pin down" who or what.
A wrong guess is accompanied by
a "No, No, No" and a waving of hands.
Sometimes, I am lucky, in my guess,
but mostly I am not. I do try
to use a process of elimination but
the asking of questions, by me, brings
a response of "I don't know:; I can't
remember." Frustrating for us both.
Every day brings a new adventure
in this our life's journey.