Spring arrived here,
to no avail,
as the temperature,
is colder than an Alaska Jail.

I wrestle with
this every day.
Is it time to leave,
and just go away?

No, I won't,
she speaks to me.
As long as that is,
I will stay with thee.

I want to see you,
everyday,
but am hindered when
Dementia is in the way.

Why does this disease,
eat at our soul,
When wanting to love,
in our own Rock & Roll.

You don't understand me,
not anymore,
as our remaining years,
are becoming no more.

My love for you,
is staying strong,
for it's with you,
where I now belong.

Four hundred miles,
to the end of the road.
Been driving all night,
with heavy cargo load.

I'm getting sleepy and tired,
starting to yawn.
When I arrive home,
I hope she's not gone.

May the Worlds, you know,
stay forever yours.
May the life, you live,
be filled with your daily chores.

Today, after so many years,
I'm giving myself, permission
to grieve, in a manner,
which benefits me.

Tears are powerful
tools and occur when
emotions are torn, to the core.
I won't hide from my sadness,
not anymore.

Branches dancing
in the Spring breeze.
Waving, waving,
waving at me.

Bunch grasses,
blowing, a sway,
on this very
windy Spring Day.

My 55 chevy,
was loaded with gas.
I was aboard to
head over the Pass.

A 286, V-8, the power,
I would speed up,
as I drove
hour after hour.

There are children dying,
in endless wars.
There are children dying,
No Mas, No More

When I awake, in the morning,
hearing the World news,
I want to run and hide,
it's what I would choose.

We, as people,
are killers, don't stare,
we will kill others,
with little fan fare.

Another mass shooting,
in another town.
What are the reasons,
for shooting kids down?

The World, we live in,
is hateful, I see.
What has happened
to the Great Society?

No more the killing.
No more the strife.
No more the taking
of another one's life.

I'm losing my love,
a little every day,
her memory fades,
keeps going away.

When I sit with her,
close to my side,
I still see my,
young, lovely bride.

How can I ignore her,
why do I try,
as I see,
more memories die.

She says she love me,
and wants to stay.
Please tell me why,
at night, I run away?

You only live once,
but die a thousand times,
when parents and loved ones,
leave, it's very sad times.