Life can be, a tragedy,
if we allow it to,
for all of our experiences,
depend upon you and you.

Our interactions with another,
can be a dream come true,
but we must all cooperate,
if it will be all too.

Is that unreasonable to say,
in this day and age?
If it is, then simply,
turn the page.

I do not like
the things I see.
I do not like them,
for even me.

They are spiteful,
in their respective pose,
and it's their opinion,
like having a nose.

We all have noses.
While it is the truth,
they all are different.
Do you need proof?

Vote for the one,
who will protect your right,
instead of a misogynous,
who is a coward, who won't fight.

All dogs die,
Even the healthy ones,
But no one knows why
It's not the event, of ones

memories, for we all know.
you lose a pet, a friend,
who we all loved so.

Out for a daily hike,
coming down a dusty trail.
Had hiked to the tree line.
Successfully, I didn't fail.

Walking through the meadow,
I saw a fallen log,
from windstorms, they fell,
across a swampy bog.

Cattails a plenty,
with blackbirds, three.
I was watching them,
as they were watching me.

Bullfrogs, perched upon,
Lilypad's, at least two.
Why did my thoughts,
immediately turn to you?

There is a place,
of broken hearts,
which lives,
within us all.

We must address that,
at some point, in time,
or it will take its toll

When walls of memories,
have penned you in,
the walls marked with sorrow,
how did it begin?

Memories are happy events,
when looking back in life,
but can turn terrible when,
loaded with too much strife.

We must move forward,
as you cannot stand still.
If you don't take any action,
no one ever will.

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.

Whence came I,
was said before,
as a voice echoed
beyond the door.

You came here,
from far away.
No one knows,
who can say.

A far away land,
across the sea,
is what it was,
that will be Yee.

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.

Shimmering beams,
from the Moon, as it rose,
was magic to the flowers,
in their evening pose.

Light shadows fell,
from leaves and stem.
A mirage from heaven
and a heavenly Amen.