Give it a shot,
is what was said,
as I moved forward,
with hope, no dread.
First time to try,
being on my own.
To live by myself,
a Widower, I'm now known.
Cold, sharp the pain,
down through my legs.
A nerve disorder,
as if walking on eggs.
Radiant pain into,
my shins, ankles and feet.
My gosh, this,
wasn't a treat.
Rambling babble,
of a crazed mind,
when thoughts were sad,
but not unkind.
Sorting out,
chaff from the straw,
now struck,
by one big flaw.
Feeling guilty,
now and again.
Woe is me,
"Play it again, Sam."
Why can't I,
handle this grief?
I feel my heart,
taken by a "Death thief."
Who do I turn to,
what difference will it make,
if I don't have you,
for God's sake?
It's a fine line,
between being considered
normal, or borderline,
insane.
The words that come to me
Do so, it seems, quite frequently.
Write I must, for all to see,
The struggle with my sanity.
Age has a way of,
making us more visually
appealing when your eyes,
start to fail.
Someone once said I was a handsome man.
That was before all the aging began.
The skin starts to sag, not just a little.
What once was my chest, is now my middle.
My back that was straight and erect,
Is bent like a straw and has an effect,
On the pain that I feel in the morn,
Makes me wonder, when I was born.
Awaiting a sunny
day after all the rain.
The Sun is out; light is bright.
Truly a most pleasant sight,
But soon the days, dimming light,
Precludes a glimpse of arriving night.
The night brings an endearing sound
Of crickets and frogs all around.
The music of this natural rhapsody,
Is meant for you as well as me.
A loss of memory,
A loss of love,
The pain, intense,
coming from above.
I must be dead, in your eyes.
No more whispers, no more sighs.
No more words, no good byes
And now I'm at my demise.
The love that once was there,
Has vanished now, into the air.
A sad lament, I must say.
I will learn to love another day.
This writing discussed when I was
a 20 year old US Navy member.
We visited this Island for some R&R,
or rest and relaxation while dropping off
medical supplies. 1954 or 1956.
Enjoy.
Along time ago, when I was young
serving my country was fun.
This picture of me,
down on my knee,
was an Island that
used a stone, as pictured,
as wealth. If you saw
the old movie, "His Majesty O'Keefe,
with Burt Lancaster, the stone money
was discussed and shown how it was
transported to this Island.
We were there for one day.
The Island was Yap, in the South Pacific.
The Hut was the typical dwelling for the
local population.
The last picture was the USS Marsh,
DE 699. A Destroyer Escort. Smaller in size,
than a Destroyer. 303 Feet long, approximately
46 feet wide. Our ship was equipped for ASW,
or Anti-Submarine Warfare. We would hunt for
Submarines, and attack with Depth Charges, plus
other weapons. We would also be the outer perimeter
of a Carrier Squadron. We said we would be torpedo fotter,
to prevent torpedoes from striking a Carrier.
To age, is to succeed in life.
Not aging is our end.
Enjoy life to the fullest,
loving what and who you know now.
The aging process, we know, can't be delayed,
unless of course, we go away.
Not an option, not for me,
for I love my life's opportunity.
Push forward now, my life long friend,
and do the work, let's not pretend
There are sometimes,
in this life we lead,
where reality feeds,
into a fantasy.
Don't be afraid,
She said to me,
For life or death
Will always be
One that will
Soon, set us free.
The pain I feel
Deep within my soul,
Feels like I'm on the
Edge of the rabbit hole.
So here we go, Alice,
Without command.
Down the hole
To Wonderland.
The sands trickle quickly,
through the hourglass flask,
as our life slowly expires,
just like any other daily task.
Bare was the wagon,
behind the old shed.
The shed where we met,
to make love instead.
Going to another venue,
is what we should do,
before I find out,
I am crazy for you.
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