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Through a dark cloud,
shone the rising sun.
A start, to a late summer day,
not a surprise to anyone.

There is always something,
to be thankful for, during this life.
One to have been fortunate,
to have had a lovely wife.

I recall her brown eyes,
and her bright smile, missing
but most of all I miss,
her sweet lips kissing,
me on my neck.

Floundering,
in a sea,
of unfulfilled reason,
searching for Thee.

I see you now,
in colors of warm.
I miss the days when
when our life was norm.

I hear the words,
"I love", being said,
being said all morning,
until we were in bed.

You aren't the same,
neither am I ,
you don't remember,
and I will sigh.

You ask me,
"where are you from?"
I am saddened,
watching you succumb.

I feel hurt,
for you not knowing me,
but I will say,
"I'll always know thee."

Goodnight my darling,
goodnight my love,
I miss you dearly,
for you are my trove.

A strange feeling,
has come my way.
Is my body changing the
the fight today?

No pain at work,
at least none I feel,
but during this time in my life,
don't know what's real.

I am trying hard,
to strengthen my resolve,
but the current feeling,
is difficult to solve.

My mind is weak,
it wants to cave.
I need to go away,
before I misbehave.

I miss my wife,
she made me strong.
I seem to be weakening ,
I should move along.

I will be candid.
I think I'm losing control,
of my positive attitude,
now words of hyperbole.

The facade I'm playing,
is starting to get lame,
as I go a year,
playing this stupid game.

I dread to think,
this is my last hurrah,
but understand life's new task,
without showing a flaw.

When that happens,
on the evening tide,
I now admit,
it's been a wonderful ride.

My veneer of bravado,
is wearing thin.
Uncertainty, at this time, of
the predicament I'm in.

It's great to put up,
a strong visual show,
but when it falters,
there is no place else to go.

Why pretend,
everything is, OK?
Its so others see you,
in they're own unique way.

Such a great pleasure,
it was for me,
to see you again.
It brought back a memory.

I fairly recall,
our many meetings,
when we said hello,
and voiced our greetings.

I reflect, back,
to that time,
at this moment,
the meeting was devine.

You set the tone,
for my whole day,
strengthening my mood,
helping me on my way.

Wading through,
the cold, cold creek.
My body strong,
my courage weak.

Why am I here,
in the water high,
trying to fish with,
a Royal Coachman fly?

I've always fished,
using live bait,
but wanted to fly fish.
I need patience and wait,

until the elusive fish,
tries to sample my fly.
I'll set the hook,
in the blink of an eye.

September morn,
my brother was born,
He was the youngest of
us all.

Running long,
running short.
Get in shape
or you must abort.

You need the work,
to build your core,
increase your strength,
to exercise some more.