Remember
• 04/06/22 at 09:17PM •Remember those days
under the Firs?
How romantic it was,
with never a hitch,
until we realized
we were covered with pitch.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
Remember those days
under the Firs?
How romantic it was,
with never a hitch,
until we realized
we were covered with pitch.
Dark is the Moss
under the shade tree.
Damp is the ground,
far below thee.
Love is the answer,
long may it be,
every day near you,
is important to me.
For all I see,
for all I know,
there is a hurt,
a long time ago.
A pain is felt,
but does not show,
as it's from a scar,
a long time ago.
The breeze felt bitterly cold,
as the tears, dripping
from the corner of my eyes,
began to form ice crystals.
My mustache, already showing
signs of freezing from the
warm moist air I exhaled.
I should have worn goggles
to protect my eyes.
Why doesn't she recognize me
when she first sees me?
We have been married over a
half a century, yet she speaks
not my name but asks a question,
"Are you my husband?"
I believe in myself and what I do,
To live my life by the Golden Rule,
"Do unto others as they do to you.
Respect of others appears to be
A fleeting grace, in the World.I see.
Flee not from me
My trusted friends.
I need you now,
Before my life ends.
A perceptible sound
is heard, only the rain
splattering on the
pavement with an
occasional spray
on the windowpane.
It must be April.
A single flower grows
among the sidewalks crack.
A reminder of the joy
or hardship of our life.
Etched the glass
with Acid. Done.
Our hearts are now
a single one.
Forsake me not,
for love is blind,
my faith in you
is still sublime.
No longer the time.
No longer the place.
No longer the time?,
To see your face
Unfettered with worry
With a smile, in place.
You light up my heart,
when darkness
surrounds me.
A gloomy life
will never be,
as long as
I am with thee.