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Here sits Lenny the Loon,
under the light of the moon.
Hatched from an egg
I'm sure you see.
Not born of a Mom,
unlike you and me.
A difference that's not
really wasted on he.
A story of a life,
for all us to see.
A story that could
aptly soon be,
one of the many humans
so much like we.
From the color of his feathers
to the shape of his beak,
can you please, just tell me
about his webbed feet?
He's not one of us,
that's plain to see,
so he doesn't belong here,
some old goose said,
take way his children
from the Mothers who dread
said the old goose,
we'll keep them with others,
so they never get loose,
nor see their Mothers.

If I were you
and you were me,
would I see freely
what you think of me?
Would you see the
love in my eyes
or hear my frightful cries?
Would I know you
as you know me,
in this abstract of uncertainty?
I don't know.
How about you?

I feel my life,
slowly ebbing away
and wish to return
to an earlier day.
A day where my emotions
are not in disarray.
Please understand me,
as I write in this way,
what is happening to me,
is not mine to say.
Oh please, my dear Lord,
help, by letting me pray.

I am a stranger, to myself.
I suppose that I will always be.
For I know not the answers,
About this, so called reverie.
Help me understand, what's happening to me,
For this moment; time will be set free.

Maintain that fire, that is lying within.
Stoke up your engine, let it begin.
Change the direction; go into the wood.
Discover yourself as only you could.
Become that one person, you know who;
Be the one people look up to.

Dementia

I wish not on anyone,
be you woman or man,
this hideous disease,
we do not understand.

I don't want to say this
But out of the gloom,
Senility, most certainly
Has entered the room.

Things have to get better,
No matter the time,
No matter the place.
If I give you a word,
You'll have to rhyme,
If you are to save face.

Not certain about the words,
That I wrote.
Commit them to memory,
Remember by rote.

A mess of words,
That are to be,
A way for me to
Maintain my sanity.
A futile attempt,
Don't you see.

I'm not getting better
And soon I'll be,
An example to share,
For sake of history.

When did love abdicate,
to be replaced by hate?
Love for one another,
be they sister or brother,
needs to be done.
Then we'll know who won.

There is a darkness in the light,
Seeing the ash left from fire bright.
The loss of life in California's Paradise,
Brings forth the sadness, tears and cries.
We need a better way to fight
Those fires that rage in darkest night.
Prayers to all our Sisters and Brothers,
God speed to you and all the others.

Living long, in this day and age,
When the homeless abound on the street,
Means our society must turn the page
And fulfill obligations that we must meet.

A beacon of light, in the darkness.
A guiding light, is what must be,
If we're to continue to be free
Of the hate, existing in this mess
That is being stirred, in this way
By a leader that's trying to stay,
Atop of his party, that will condone
The whims of one, that should atone
To this country, that's a great nation
And to stop this hateful aberration.