A flash of light,
a brown shadow,
catches my eye.
Is it you, Death,
at my door?
Are you looking,
for me?

Across the grass,
laden with dew,
I made the trek,
with socks, no shoe.
My feet, now wet,
made me pause,
trying to forget,
no reason, just because,
my socks were wet.

Sitting on the patio,
nowhere to go.
Writing an Ode,
which I'll show,
to no one.

A Vignette or an Ode,
to the one I love.
I've known you so long.
Since the planets in Heaven
were formed, into what they are.
Now you are my, only shining Star.

A good friends Mother,
left the World today.
She lived in a Country,
so far away.
a foreign country,
on the Mediterranean Sea.
A beautiful country,
she will no longer see.
Rest in peace, where
you will surely be.

When Urgent Care
is no longer Urgent.
When the sign reads,
"10-minute wait"
and you have been there
for one hour and you've been
told, as you approach the
counter, "We have a room
for your wife."
The Doctor enters and says,
"I've been asking where
the patient for room # 3, was."
My wife has Advanced Vascular
Dementia-Alzheimer's. There
are no filters nor any patience.
Where is the sense of urgency?
Bet I don't receive a survey,
request this time.

I don't believe, I will
ever get over the
smell of urine.
A population of elderly
residents, in the Memory
Care Unit, who wear
Depends or some other
brief for purposes of
incontinence. This has
been my place of residence,
since May 2022. I live here
with my wife of 65 years as
we move into this
purgatory of grayness.

Sit tight, don't
blow the scene.
Know what I
mean, Jellybean?

Did you turn
off the light
to my Soul ,
breaking my heart?

Ask me your questions
the next time we meet,
as I need to re-charge
my brain to a level,
I am unfamiliar with.
A simple task for a
too simple mind.
I'm sorry. I don't
wish to be critical,
of my love on display.
It's a colorful choice,
as some have said before,
in utter dismay.

When the World crumbles,
like castles of sand
and the life you know
is not yours to command,
it is the time to stand,
raising your voices up high
and protest. You must,
so, all will know why.
This is your fight.
Do you live or just die?

Travelling at night,
on unlit streets,
through darkest shadows,
along lonely venues,
on Life's journey.
Why has love
disappeared from
your path?