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Black as night.
Light of day.
Blue of sky
White of clouds.
You've gone away,
To see the World,
A joy to thee,
Recalling memories
Of our history.

There isn't any concept of time,
on any given day,
except to ask of me,
"What are we doing today?"

Where is the beginning?
When will it end?
Must this life go on,
Being a game of let's pretend?

A landlocked Salmon,
I seem to be,
for I will never
go to the Sea.
Kept in the restraint
of an inland, free,
from a migratory route;
let me go, is my plea.

From the darkest shelf,
in the back of my mind,
lay shadows of doubt,
much of the time.
Am I good enough to do
what I do,
or am I only good when
I take care of you?
What started as Dementia,
no longer will appear,
for based upon your composure,
something new is here.
Alzheimer's behavior is now,
what I can see
and it scares me. You
don't know objects, which is
a symptom, which I have read
is typical with many patients,
afflicted with Alzheimer Disease.

To watch a word die
as it forms a death spiral,
is not a weakness
and is not viral.
Words are created every day,
to provide more meaning to all
the words we choose to say.
Write the words, short or long,
add music to your writings.
Let them burst into song.

I awake to a dull roar
of noise; the crashing of waves
on the sand of the beach floor.
The pungent smell of the Sea;,
assaults my senses; a fine mist
of salty spray, cools my skin.
My shoes are off, cold sand.
I feel its hardness.
A foot away, the sand is dry and fluffy
the wind blows stinging my face.
The squawking noise of Seagulls sail,
in windy updrafts, searching the beach.
Sunlight blossoms from the Eastern sky,
as shadows creep , slowly past
the sounds and smells are locked
in my mind, as my shaky fingers,
scribe these memories, onto the page
of another notebook, with pen
in hand, I recall again and again.

Time flees.
Days go past.
Another week.
One more month,
as years pass by,
more friends leave.
It's when you know,
there will never be,
enough time,
left to do,
all of the things
you wanted to.

Run where others fear to walk.
Make life about action, not about talk.
Speak for all who are in need,
for it is your time to do a good deed.

Why do I still write,
these words, meaningless for me?
There is no new thoughts here
to discover or to see.
Words lay jumbled, and in awhile,
I'll keep writing and writing
in search, of an absurd style.
Why do I write words for thee,
when life is so uncertain
and I just want to be,
free from the worry
I still have for thee.

I think of you
as a lost soul,
for you follow me
around, as I work.
I finally understand
what it is.
You have no concept
of what you should do.
Daily routines are
no longer there,
for you to see,
so you put your trust
in my hands. Just me.

I have a ringing in my head.
Probably tinnitus,
except, when I hear your voice
or see the smile upon your face.
It's when I realize and understand
the importance of friendship.
Companionship, as we age, is great,
if you are fortunate.
Sometimes we may be destined
to live a single, solitary life,
caught up in our own unique
style of life structure.
Why is that? I don't know, but
I see it all around, where I live.
Life is what you make it.
Only you can change it.
It isn't easy and will never be,
so go make your own history.