He Was
• 09/01/20 at 11:22PM •He was quite little.
He was quite small.
He was the tiniest dog
And that wasn't all,
For his spirit brave
Against the World.
No rant or rave,
For this stray boy
As he was only
A small stuffed toy.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
He was quite little.
He was quite small.
He was the tiniest dog
And that wasn't all,
For his spirit brave
Against the World.
No rant or rave,
For this stray boy
As he was only
A small stuffed toy.
I am with you
night and day,
for you're the reason
and why I stay.
You may not recall
our past life,
but it's OK
for your my wife.
What are the memories
but a glimpse of the past
and the way we
remember our history
together, as years
passed. I see
you, as you slowly
slip silently away.
There is little I can do,
but I will say,
"Stay with me too,
for as long as you can,
for when you leave
I will be lonely again."
That is a selfish
reason for me
when your going away
will sadness be.
I do not like you,
Trump, the man,
for you lie faster
than any man can.
You say you're smart;
it's not the case,
for you are a scourge
of the Human Race.
Yesterday I was taking a shower
when the words came with power.
The trick then for me,
is to keep repeating the
words, incessantly,
lest I forget, the words so far,
before my memory
can't remember what they are.
These words, I write for you today,
are here now but will go away.
I pray that all readers will understand
what kind of person and not remand.
My words I write, come from me,
if you like them or agree to disagree.
There are no words
I can say to you.
There is no action,
Of which I'll do,.
I miss you more,
Than I can pretend,
For I fear,
Our life will soon
Be at the end.
There is a dim bulb in the House.
A Dim wit, the word I espouse.
If you believe that's harsh of me,
It's OK, but I hope you see,
The right thing for you to do
Is when you vote, please vote Blue.
The words I write,
are roughly shod,
makes me feel
like an ugly clod.
Hard as a rock
until put in the water,
with new resolve
to share to the reader,
all of my love, I owe to you
for you inspire me
in the writings I do.
Some of our citizens are blind
and they do not see.
Trump's promotion of
absolute tyranny.
I fear not death,
which is hovering near,
but I fear the loss
of those I hold dear.
All the words that I write.
All the words that you see.
Why do they come from
A person like me?
I wish I knew, what to say
But my thoughts have gone
Another way.
I know I've lost you when
I'm repeating my word to you,
Over, over and over again.