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There is something, about a day,
in the early morning Dawn,
when the cold air pulled at your nose,
while stifling a yawn.

I like not the cold air,
as I have aged, in time.
I'd like it somewhere warm,
and love it, if sublime.

The wayward heart,
searching for love,
finding a friend.
Thank you for
guiding me to a
new place, to be when,
I'm searching.

There is no fool,
like an old fool,
who lets pride,
get in the way.

I still have another,
which I thought went away,
but they are here again.
Too bad they won't stay.

Thank you for the comments,
my very good friend.
I will need a shot of Bulliet,
for this Saga to end.

My emotional baggage,
must drain the life from you.
I don't wish to cause trouble,
but it's become apparent, I do.

I will no longer refrain,
from stating a fact,
when you are mistaken,
turn around and go back.

Confusion, reigns,
in my mind.
Perhaps, you can help,
my memories to find.

I hope to return to,
where there was a chance,
to submerge myself,
in relearning to dance.

Old time dance steps,
or anything new.
It's what I would like,
to dance there with you.

I wrote this around, 1978. I haven't yet succumbed to the degradation of alcohol,
although, I may be on edge of insanity.

Let me write about,
when yesterday, was today
and tomorrow is now.
Let's begin, in this way.

When today is over,
and tomorrow begins,
is it the time to inspect?
Counting all of our Sins?

As humans, we error,
in our many ways,
sometimes frequently,
if it pays.

A good thing?
Probably not,
you can be certain,
it may be all we've got.

Outward flowed,
the sands of time,
when faded memories,
became sublime.

A mass of love,
becoming lost.
All those memories gone.
What was the cost?

When Life deals you,
a different hand.
A beginning which,
I no longer understand.

Roll with the punches,
look the other way.
It's rewarding, knowing,
it was your choice to stay.

Another adventure,
to another place,
full of cold, sea air,
which may chap your face.

The Oregon coast,
a great place to see,
away from the unwashed,
members of our Society.

Enjoy my good friend,
as I know you will,
for life's pleasures
may be over the next hill.

Safe journeys to you,
my good friend.
Enjoy your life,
to the absolute end.

For in the end,
you must always try,
for a shot of McNaughten's,
or a drink of Bulliet Rye.

What hath fate divined,
about this life's journey traveled?
Do we know, what's in store,
before our life is unraveled?