My mind has gone,
short to ground,
as brain cells fry,
there is no sound.

No more memories,
they've gone away,
to never return,
even if we pray.

Yet here I am
in fallen glory,
filled with grief,
another story.

I love English Bluebells,
growing under the trees
and how they have multiplied,
providing beauty to please.

To please the senses
of all we see,
with a lovely fragrance,
for you and me.

Thirty-three years ago,
in the month of May,
I ran in a marathon,
up Vancouver BC way.

Rent the void,
be what it may,
no longer the twain,
shall meet.

Gone are the happy days,
no longer the joy,
seeing a shell of
the woman I love.

I still love her,
I always will.
She is sweet,
saying she loves me.

Wants to be with me,
I will work harder
to spend quality time,
with her, my love.

I hate this life,
she now is in.
I no longer believe.
Not anymore.

When I'm gone,
away from here,
please pause a moment
and open a beer.

A morning mist,
kissed the trees,
vanished, blown by
the early breeze.

Long were the rays,
of the setting Sun,
a sprinkling light,
another day done.

oh my heart started singing,
when she entered the room.
I knew at once, the type of trouble,
of my impending doom.

She was bright, with her smile,
one like I had never seen.
Her personality was livlier,
nothing in between.

Lest you get the wrong impression,
of what I am about to say.
She was the most beautiful,
animal, I'd seen today.

So sweet and cuddly,
was the sparkle, she Brang.
My joy was delightful,
of this small creature, I sang.

I like music,
a melodic song,
stoking the flame,
of where I belong.

If I could
see you once more,
and tell you,
of my love, or

Is it just
a silly run,
when I know
love is done.

River's flow,
tears won't dry,
sadness comes,
another goodbye.

Blow ye wind blow,
from across the sea.
Please return my love,
back home to me.

Is it time?
Did it sell?
Did all things,
not go well.

These questions,
are those I ask,
about the work
on a simple task.