Am I sick within my head?
I ask this question, with no dread,
For the thoughts in this old brain,
Are like the proverbial run away train.

My emotions and thoughts are in between
An old man and a love struck teen.
I wish and pray; What does it mean?
Should I speak or flee the scene?

The night was darker
than a racists heart.
There was no love,
it was the start
of this great Nation
coming apart.
Here is a suggestion
just for you,
if you want a change
please Vote Blue.

I will love you still,
after the bloom of the
Rose has left.
When the petals have lost
their color
and life is no longer
on this Earth.
You will always be
my forever.

Where goes thee on the this gloomy day,
while others go somewhere to play?
A place of quiet, comfortable and warm,
will be my choice, my new Norm.
A coffee Americano, at a familiar space
where I'll see friends with a smiling face.

May the God in heaven,
Up above,
Know the deep intent
Of my love.
May all those you know
Be aware,
Of the one person of who
You care.

When life is gone,
away from here.
When there are no more
teams to cheer.
When your friends are
gone from here.
When the Rooster crows at
break of dawn.
When your life is good
and not forlorn.
When in this time
love is back.
When our lives will be
back on track.

The path wound through
the stand of trees,
among grassy meadows
and back again to
rise up the slight grade,
into the beauty of
a forest surrounded
by Glades of ferns and
flowers too,
is when I think
about missing you.

From the back of my mind,
these words pour forth.
Words, absurd, are not for me.
Useless they fall to paper, coarse,
in a jumbled array; A mess.
Now I must put in order,
to make sense of this discord.
Does it make sense to you,
when all the mess or a word,
brings understanding, here for you?

Tell me now.
Tell me true.
Is it alright
If I love you?

I await your beck and call,
as I stand by the vine covered wall.
Don't you know? Can you not see?
I'll will wait here for an eternity.