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A sadness today,
my love's gone,
now 3 months.
I am still alone.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
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The Old Fool,
At risk, once more.
Another mistake,
With an open door.
Assumptions many,
Not keeping score,
Mistakes, again made,
Now a closed door.
Will you learn a lesson,
Unlike you did before
As you irritated the one,
Who has locked the door.
When did indifference,
become a popular way,
to treat residents of
this assisted living community?
Leaving a resident in the dining room,
when they want to go back to their room.
Perhaps there is a better way to
deal with this. Certainly better
than the resident beating on the table
with their cup. It distracts the wait staff
from taking meal orders and waiting
on others residents.
How wonderful,
life could be,
when surrounded by,
family and friends like thee.
Must we keep hidden,
how we feel,
or have I known,
what was real?
I don't know,
not sure I care,
I just hope people,
are aware,
of how good you've been,
to me during this lifetime,
when I thought my life was over.
It wasn't my time.
Time for me to make a trip to the Oregon Coast
I Need to Return
Posted on 01/16/2022 at 09:21PM
Life Stories - Memories
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I need to return to the Sea.
To a place, on the Oregon Coast.
A small Inn, close to the beach.
Hearing Gulls cry, smell the salt air.
Walking the beach on warm sand,
down near the water, icy cold.
Take into my senses, sights odors and sound,
relaxing for the moment, on blanket covered sand.
while reflecting upon the loneliest time,
about a life of memories of mine.
Bask in the Sun, enjoying the day,
watching the tide start ebbing away.
6 years ago, Twas written.
Sip
Posted on 02/01/2018 at 10:56PM
Poetry
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Let me sip the nectar
from a hundred silver cups,
and taste the honey,
produced by the bee.
Let me live today, as if,
tomorrow will never come.
Let me share my love,
with a stranger and
after I have loved,
with no remorse or sorrow.
Perhaps, all the love I've shared,
will bring a new tomorrow,
with a bright beginning,
for in loving, you will find,
another day for living.
I wrote this around, 1978. I haven't yet succumbed to the degradation of alcohol,
although, I may be on edge of insanity.
Arms
Posted on 03/19/2018 at 06:43AM
Poetry
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My arms ache from hanging on,
To that pillar of sanity that
Controls our daily lives.
It has been said, by those
Who supposedly know,
That Poets usually succumb,
To the degradations of alcohol,
Lose their grip on reality
And become insane or die,
At an early age.
I am well on my way to
Becoming an accomplished drinker
And feel, that it is only a matter
Of time before sanity deserts
Me or my liver quits,
And then it's over.
Note! This was originally written approximately 40 years ago.
Let me write about,
when yesterday, was today
and tomorrow is now.
Let's begin, in this way.
When today is over,
and tomorrow begins,
is it the time to inspect?
Counting all of our Sins?
As humans, we error,
in our many ways,
sometimes frequently,
if it pays.
A good thing?
Probably not,
you can be certain,
it may be all we've got.
For all to see.
For all to view.
A tribute to all,
except a small few.
Outward flowed,
the sands of time,
when faded memories,
became sublime.
A mass of love,
becoming lost.
All those memories gone.
What was the cost?
Tranquil the night,
Busy the day.
Why do life's problems,
not go away?
Away from this time
when are bodies break,
our moral compass, bent,
and our souls are weak.
At dawning begins,
a simple ray of sunshine,
exploring the shadows,
receding from the night.
Yesterday's adventures,
have become today
and then tomorrow,
is on its way.