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I write the words, as they come to me.
From my mind they soon will be,
down on paper, written too hastily.
Why do my hands start to ache?
Is it because of my arthritic shake?
Old am I, like wood from the Sea
lying in the sand, alone, is me.

Runs not from me.
Stay in the room.
Surrender to laughter,
Avoid all the gloom,
For the day is new
and I am with you.

A life is filled
with love and sorrow,
here on this day
and gone the morrow.

What is this life,
we have to live,
where it is more take
and not enough give?

The most beautiful one, in the land,
for not of money, or to understand,
the joy of life, yet to be,
when you returned thy love to me.

From the depth of an Ocean blue,
sprang this life, known as you.
A build not like one or another,
brought forth by an ancient mother.

I enter into the innermost corners
of my mind,
searching, ever searching
hoping I will find,
the answers to the questions,
posed many years ago.
Seeking the true meaning
of questions I don't know.

I'm laying awake,
looking at thee,
when I remember,
my thoughts tenderly,
of when we met
so many years ago.
How our life's changed,
today in this World,
but when I see you,
you're still a young girl.

Rose is the flower,
you wore in your hair,
when our life was of love,
not of todays despair.
What cruel fate is
here on this day,
when we are now,
in the middle of May?
Where have you gone,
what will you say,
when you no longer recall
all of our yesterdays?

The day has started
with a burning Sun.
I would enjoy the weather
if I were still young.

Tell me father.
Please tell me why,
all men who live,
may soon die.
The time for death
comes in many ways.
Some leave at night
others, in simple days.
Life is a precious journey,
towards a star,
of our choosing,
that's what we are.

We march together,
but die alone,
from life's beginning
until it is done.