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My youth was of wine, women and song.
I'd have taken better care of myself,
Knowing I was going to live this long.

I was going to buy gifts
or so I thought,
when I espied, these shoes,'
in the parking lot.
What is your sad story
that to me you brought,
sitting there, so all alone,
in this parking spot?
Were you cast off, without choice?
Replaced when someone bought
new shoes to replace,
and leave you naught,
alone in the middle of this
store's own parking lot.
This story may never close,
as that's all I've got.

Many years have now passed since
I went away, to be at sea.
This picture brings back the past
days of an old Navy memory;
on a return, to our home afloat,
that is anchored, but not at sea.

Wasn't It Grand?

Be the candle,
not the flame.
Don't let others
pass the blame
to the press,
who must remain
outside the lies
and to explain,
what is happening
to our Nation,
surely must be
an aberration.

Is this what our nation
will come to be?
Home of the brave,
land of the free,
except, if you don't
look just like me.

Here I am, sitting,
with all these words
in my tired head,
when I really should
be back in bed.
"What's so compelling?"
Someone once, asked of me.
To write down
these words, so completely,
before they become
a piece of your
imagined vision,
that was written clumsily,
without the precision,
of being a completely,
sloppy rendition
of words, all plastered
together with rapid
hands and fingers,
with no errors
that will linger.

The dawning of another day is here.
The hurts of yesterday are still near.

Here I am, on this special day
Sitting and searching for something to say.
Words are much harder, in early light
But come in torrents, late at night.
Starting with giving thanks
To all the Sisters and Brothers
Aunts, Cousins, Fathers and Mothers,
For the Veterans who live
And for those who died,
That served our country
To keep us, all safe and free
From tyranny and of debauchery.
My prayers go forth,
To all of the others,
May you have a peaceful
Thanksgiving Day, with no misgiving
And remember it's the season of giving.
Prayers to all.

Did you ever wonder?
Were you not aware
of the little dog,
that thought he was a bear.
He was a dreamer
that much you could see.
He marked his territory
by whizzing on a tree.
This little dreamer had
a notion he was bad,
but in reality
he was very sad.
He had been born
in a puppy mill
and could never see
beyond the mental fence,
as he searched to be free.
Then one night a storm arose;
the lights went out
and the gate did open.
He was so afraid, running hard
and suddenly he was free.
I'll run hard and hide
where they'll never find me.
It wasn't long
and then he found,
someone to love him so.
That was the story
being told from there.
He no longer thinks
that he is a bear.

If I think about, what is to come,
As I see you go through the agony
And observe, the activities, at home
That you could do so easily;
Become so difficult, for a good outcome,
As you try so hard, to say to me
The words that no longer come
From the depths of lost memory.

There once was, a young fanciful goat
who had bought a luxurious coat.
Not muted or striped but light grey;
a coat that he wore every day.
Named by his owner as, Billy the Kid,
he liked to play and certainly did.
Billy liked to run, jump and gambol,
as other kids would always extol.
One day, when he was extremely bored,
he decided that he wanted a skateboard.
Billy was a very industrial talented one,
so he borrowed from his owners Son.
He made a most modern board to
show off his skills to me and you.
He went on tour to do tricks and bring
fame to his family, that very next Spring.
All the kids, that he knew there,
showed up and he was cheered, everywhere.
He was to all a bright shining Star,
no matter the place, near or far.
He skated away that following Fall,
saying "I'll see you at the shopping mall.