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Happy New Year, darling.
May it be a better time,
full of joy and laughter,
singing Auld Lang Syne.

She knows me not.
I know her well.
My lovely wife's mind
Is in Dementia Hell.

I was told at an early age,
that I was born with a
mid-wife conducting the
happening. Delivered on
the dining room table
of my Maternal Grandparents.
My goodness, I said
what a terrible thing.
But the delivery completed;
a child it did bring.

Cunning, is the Fox,
laying in the field,
waiting, ever waiting
to catch its next meal.
Comes a mouse now,
scurrying on the grassy ground,
while the Fox, waiting patiently
makes nary a sound.

May the wind be at your back
as the Sun keeps poking through.
May faith and earthly fortune,
be the best for you.

Not your body, near
but loss of mind.
That is my fear.

What to do
on that day
when your mind
just slips away.

I wander this Earth alone,
do I,
Searching for love to grow,
not die.
A World of hurt and delusion,
oh my.
Not the best of life will bring,
a sigh.

Far away from this, our distant Sun,
There lies a Star, where life hasn't begun.
An artist's canvas, so far, far away
Will take many years plus one day
To arrive on a very bleak scene,
Of rocky crags, sifting sands, water stream,
Will abound with tropical areas being there
In this most foreign of breathable air.

I lie in bed
near your side
and know my feelings
deep inside,
are one of fear
of what to do
for I know
I'm losing you.

The winds of time,
a sea of change,
warps all our life's
sweet thoughts refrain.
Upsetting those who trust,
casting aside aspersion
of feckless dust.
What happens now,
you wretched man?
Time to leave with
your feet of sand.

I was you, long before
you entered the World.
I am older; wiser I am not
but more experience,
in these Worldly matters,
as I have lived them.
You have not.

How do you say, goodbye,
painlessly?
What are the words to use,
when you see,
the slow progression towards
her insanity?
The sadness inside this wretch
of a man,
who never had a significant,
thought out plan,
to care for his wife,
an elderly child.
Fortunately for I and for she
her actions are mild.
I pray, that I soon will see
a way for a goodbye,
with dignity.