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To the grave,
fight this life
and what fate
has brought.

You know the way.
Do it now.
don't wait
make it today.

Where does it state,
our life must be fair?
I'd like to know and
want to be aware.

Nothing will change,
on that you can rely.
Nothing will change
until the day you die.

Will it change for the better
or will it change for the worse?
No one knows except for
he who filled up the hearse.

The crow of a rooster
echos across the farmyard.
Wake up, it says to me,
have breakfast, it won't be hard.

There is always something I like,
when the aroma of a breakfast,
permeates the air once more
and the day starts fast.

He hammered the nail,
hammering hard.
Was this his attempt,
in playing his last card?

I didn't know,
he said nothing to me.
Another attempt,
to break free?

Too much worry,
was on his back,
too much stress,
He jumped the track.

Hopping on his bike,
He wouldn't fail.
Breaking free, saying,
"I won't go to jail."

One last look,
it was last night.
He got on his bike,
riding out of sight.

How do you tether a Butterfly
using a light thread so it doesn't
fly away?
Questions to ask when you have
little to do.

The barn was on fire,
sound the alarm,
rescue the horses,
still in the barn.

Still in high school,
when the call came in.
"Get out to Harrel's"
see all the din.

Smoke pouring out of the barn.
Grab halters so the horse wouldn't run.
All the horses were out. Barn was a loss.
Good volunteer Father and Son.

Interesting question, said I as I thought
about the story. I would like to know,
if this was an old romance or an
abandoned love show of a quick encounter.
I needed to find out. It was driving me
towards an uncertainty. I looked around
the room and saw a small wooden, lacquered
box on the fireplace mantel. The bare wood was
showing through one part of the box. A light
coat of dust told me it hadn't been looked at for
awhile. I opened the lid and found two faded
photos. A young woman and a young man.
The man wasn't the same as the picture on the
wall. Was this a love triangle that had gone astray?
An unrequited love between two men and the woman?
Three lost souls? How sad it was. I saw a folded paper.
I looked and found this: "I love you more than I can say,
but you left and went away as my confession to you was
unsaid. It's all I can say. I will wait for you forever and a day."
A failed romance or manage de trois?
This is all I have. A lost love of 2, or 3?
What a sadness I now see,
a love that was never to be.
3 lost souls gone away,
perhaps, an unfulfilled tragedy.

Though I walk through the shadow
of the Valley of Death.
What things in Life are dear?
For the walking of this uncertain life,
the Shadow of Death is always near.

Good morning all.
Good morning to you.
I cherish your laughs
and your smiles too.

Please have an exciting time
for the rest of your life.

Time to purge these old grey cells,
so here goes.
What you'll read next, won't
make sense.

I walked through the fountain of burning
flames. Am I in Hades? Would you care
to explain? Why I see you when I know
you're not there and still hear your voice,
everywhere.

Last night at the computer, I felt a tug on
my left arm and heard your voice, say
"Jerry." You were downstairs.
Why do these strange things occur?
Down the fast road, I ran at a trot. Why?
I don't know, forget me not.

Do you think I'm funny when I write this
way? I have a lot to say, sorry, I digress.
You are my World, you are my life,
you will always be my lovely wife.

I run with the
dogs of November.
I must work harder,
and always remember,

to see more of my wife,
while there is still time.
When she goes missing,
my life is not worth a dime.

Now the days
and nights pass,
too quickly so
I cannot ask,

about all the
work which
lays ahead.
Necessary for

the survival of
this facility,
which is home
and the livelihood
of the residents.