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Who we love, in life
is a precious token.
Life is great,
if it remains unbroken.

What happens when
You say your through?
Life's journey ends,
then you start anew.

After much stress
And living in strife,
I'm letting you know
Of the passing of my wife.
Sadly at 8:22 this morning. RIP my sweet one.

Am I a writer?
There's a thought.
Am I a novelist?
I think naught.

I enjoy writing,
words which I do.
If they cause thought,
then I do too.

Words which I used
to write this way,
may last awhile
or just go away.

Roaming through the years of life,
passing by stress and strife,
what they do, make a choice,
go with gusto, use your voice.

Thoughts run, throughout my head,
why are most of my classmates dead?
Have I lived a sheltered life,
so, I could stay to protect my wife?

I do not know. Nary a clue,
so, I am confused on what to do.
Abandon all who came with me
or just retire into my senility.

The bells of the chapel,
swayed in the breeze,
pealing out the message,
It's now Christmas Eve.

Long were the months,
which came in between,
as we approached
a Christmas scene.

Once more, with gusto,
I will move toward
a new beginning,
not drawing my sword.

The wayward tale of a love gone astray,
in this large World in which we live.
There will always be temptations, which
arise, which challenge us to use good
judgement, involving issues of trust and
moral fortitude.
We are all human. We know our weaknesses.
We have our strengths. We are the same
and yet we are different in how we deal with
the issues we face during this life.
The decisions made set us up to be good
or someone who needs guidance.

Time passes quickly,
in these days of yore,,
when you saw tomorrow,
on the day before.

Time flees
and before you know,
life will end.
The end of life's show.

Who we love in life,
is a precious token.
Life is great,
if it remains unbroken.

Forever the love,
residing this day,
in the hearts of others.
For this I pray.

No matter the love.
No matter how far,
I'll follow you,
my eternal Star.

He wasn't tiny,
He wasn't tall.
He wasn't large,
He was small.

Garbed in a red suit,
with many white sashes.
A curly, white beard
and snow-white lashes.

Look up to the sky,
listening for the joys,
of jingling bells and
presents for girls and boys.

Merry Christmas,
with good cheer.
Wishing you a very,
Happy New Year.