I believe we knew each other,
so many lives ago. Another time,
another place in a different part
of the World.

I have always been comfortable
around you, even the first day
we met. I felt we had met before.
I don't belive we were married,
but were lovers and knew each
other well.

How many synapses, must there be
for us to have known one another?
Is this compassion which I feel,
when I know nothing about the
cause? Perhaps, it is just another
instance in this Life's pause.

Go forth to see and talk about the
memories you have for you may
find another, who feels the same way.

What a piece of luck,
that I was fortunate to see
a close encounter,
and sit next to thee.

Life can be
a game of chance.
Meeting someone
and then romance.

Not a choice in life
just a twist of fate,
when you arrived
at the party, too late.

Such is life,
more often than not,
for what I had
I no longer have got.

To the grave,
fight this life
and what fate
has brought.

You know the way.
Do it now.
don't wait
make it today.

Where does it state,
our life must be fair?
I'd like to know and
want to be aware.

Nothing will change,
on that you can rely.
Nothing will change
until the day you die.

Will it change for the better
or will it change for the worse?
No one knows except for
he who filled up the hearse.

The crow of a rooster
echos across the farmyard.
Wake up, it says to me,
have breakfast, it won't be hard.

There is always something I like,
when the aroma of a breakfast,
permeates the air once more
and the day starts fast.

Sitting, as I visit,
watching my wife sleep.
Most of the time this happens,
a lost feeling, running too deep.

He hammered the nail,
hammering hard.
Was this his attempt,
in playing his last card?

I didn't know,
he said nothing to me.
Another attempt,
to break free?

Too much worry,
was on his back,
too much stress,
He jumped the track.

Hopping on his bike,
He wouldn't fail.
Breaking free, saying,
"I won't go to jail."

One last look,
it was last night.
He got on his bike,
riding out of sight.

Another morning
of active threats.
"I'll whack you
with no regrets."

A lovely time?
It certainly is.
Awakening your love,
is your morning Biz.

She sleeps more
then I will say.
Unfortunately for me
it shortens the day.

How do you tether a Butterfly
using a light thread so it doesn't
fly away?
Questions to ask when you have
little to do.

The barn was on fire,
sound the alarm,
rescue the horses,
still in the barn.

Still in high school,
when the call came in.
"Get out to Harrel's"
see all the din.

Smoke pouring out of the barn.
Grab halters so the horse wouldn't run.
All the horses were out. Barn was a loss.
Good volunteer Father and Son.

The Room was written October 7, 2021
the Room 2 follows.

Interesting question, said I as I thought
about the story. I would like to know,
if this was an old romance or an
abandoned love show of a quick encounter.
I needed to find out. It was driving me
towards an uncertainty. I looked around
the room and saw a small wooden, lacquered
box on the fireplace mantel. The bare wood was
showing through one part of the box. A light
coat of dust told me it hadn't been looked at for
awhile. I opened the lid and found two faded
photos. A young woman and a young man.
The man wasn't the same as the picture on the
wall. Was this a love triangle that had gone astray?
An unrequited love between two men and the woman?
Three lost souls? How sad it was. I saw a folded paper.
I looked and found this: "I love you more than I can say,
but you left and went away as my confession to you was
unsaid. It's all I can say. I will wait for you forever and a day."
A failed romance or manage de trois?
This is all I have. A lost love of 2, or 3?
What a sadness I now see,
a love that was never to be.
3 lost souls gone away,
perhaps, an unfulfilled tragedy.