My Thoughts
• 04/12/23 at 08:27AM •My thoughts are
with you, today.
I worry so,
now I'll pray.
I see you
every day,
struck by
wasting away.
A shell
of the woman,
I love, still do,
as much as I can.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
My thoughts are
with you, today.
I worry so,
now I'll pray.
I see you
every day,
struck by
wasting away.
A shell
of the woman,
I love, still do,
as much as I can.
I am being spoiled,
Not complaining.
A warm feeling
Of love and respect.
Thank you, for caring.
I have been writing,
in two separate books.
Not sure I understand why.
Am I afraid of spooks?
The day before yesterday
was the same day,
it was today,
so, relax, be well,
as we get some warmth
in a revised Spring Day.
Pride Goethe,
before the fall.
Wait one minute,
is that all?
Have I asked you before,
if you wanted to go,
to the first performance,
of a brother, travelling show?
The music is unique,
in a peculiar way,
non rhyming words,
were asked not to stay.
Lessons were learned,
in the performance room,
don't allow bass drums,
to go Boom! Boom! Boom!
The windows rattled,
a breaking of glass,
crashing to the floor,
a performance blast.
A sugar-coated wafer,
or a chocolate tree,
is way too much sugar,
for diabetic me.
Whipped cream roses,
a marshmallow bush,
with jellybean path,
with Oreo crust.
On gossamer wings,
it states in a poem,
flying to somewhere,'
going back home.
The loneliest song,
I've ever heard,
the whispering voice
of a chirp less bird.
Telling me, this story,
you're telling me why,
it's ok for
a grown man to cry
If I said I loved you,
would you stay here with me,
or would my world crumble
when, you've decided to flee?
If you think you know me,
better think again.
I will always trust
you, as my friend,
but friend or not,
no money will I lend.
Lost, alone, are we,
striving to make do,
always a struggle,
but it is what we pursue.