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The puppet goes
To meet his master
Stringless disaster

Those precious memories
of joy and glee,
remind me of why
I love thee.
The life we loved,
that life we had
has left us now,
but don't be sad.
For no matter what
will happen now,
we will manage to
stay together,
me and you.

I'm on the ground
Down on my knees,
Covered with filth,
Fighting off fleas.
What did I do
To deserve this fate,
But come to America
To improve my state.
A terrible thing, this, you see.
It's happening now
And it's happening to me.

I’m committing a mortal sin. Or so my younger self would tell you.

Somewhere in my freezer, near the ice cream and homemade popsicles, there are a half dozen or so very black bananas. Bananas which I SWORE I would never eat.

Oh, how times have changed.

My mind is slow
Like an antique clock.
All I have now
Is Tick, no Tock.
What do I do
With my writer's block?
When my mind Ticks
But does not Tock?

Mass of Daisies
In a state of new bud
Standing tall.

I'll not write of snakes or fleas,
As I prefer the birds and bees.
Nature provides all with many a thing,
Some with beauty and some that sing.
The color we see, in the morning light,
That disappears in the darkest night,
As life goes on, a single item.
It's a great World, ad infinitum.

The morning air
Cool, crisp and clear.
Breathe deep.

A miniature Rose bush, was I,
With buds to open and please the eye.
When my flowers were no longer there,
I was planted outside with little flair,
To survive the Winter weather's cold.
Little attention was paid, I am told,
About the pruning of plants, not chose.
Now here I am; A blooming Rose.

Wind with rain
New plantings knocked down
Wet ground.

The days draw short
Years move along
Quite rapidly.
Much like a song,
A very sad song
Of life's short time.
Memories that fade
And are gone, sublime
Is the mood,
That I see.
Please dear God,
Please help me.

Are you real?
Can you see
That my love,
Will always be
Meant for you
But not for me,
or my life
Of uncertainty.