What Once Was
• 12/05/23 at 11:23PM •What once was,
is no longer here.
They're just memories,
in a rear-view mirror.
The fleeting images,
of days gone by,
are fading away.
My question. Why?
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
What once was,
is no longer here.
They're just memories,
in a rear-view mirror.
The fleeting images,
of days gone by,
are fading away.
My question. Why?
An observation, today, in memory care.
The scourge is here,
eating from another's plate.
He can't help it, I suppose,
he doesn't remember, he already ate.
I sit with her,
she smiles,
she sleeps,
no words,
lonely and sad,
describes me,
yet I sit.
A boat on a river,
sailing at night,
searching the World,
for the new Sunlight.
Over and over,
it is now the way,
as they do this,
day after day.
Will they find,
all which is new?
Will they find
the most beautiful you?
Up jumped the Devil,
I thought I wouldn't see,
but it was you, in the blue dress,
making a fool of me.
Why do I believe?
Why do I care?
You are my love,
We said we would share.
I'll search the World over,
searching to find,
She who I love,
She who is kind.
A mass of walkers,
parked along the wall,
with wheelchairs at the table,
in the dining room hall.
Alone I sit,
in my quiet reverie,
questioning how, all
of this came to be.
There were no signs
of impending doom.
Twas bright and quiet
in the library room.
Didn't I ask you,
one time before,
If you have answers,
knock on the door.
If you did not
why must we then,
go back again,
ad infinitum>
Mein Gott en Himmel,
stand yourself up.
Your old enough to drink,
so here, bottoms up.
The worries in my mind,
of things, yet to come,
bother me today, every time,
as they are ad infinitum.
Long days, short nights,
have reversed direction.
Long nights, short days
time for more affection.
How do you care for
someone, without having direction?
We want to safeguard
are loved ones. It's protection.
There is a faith, I find,
deep within my Soul.
It isn't a belief, deep seated
within a religious sect.
Praise be to God.
Praise be to thee.
Do you not understand,
you are now praising me?
My belief has been changed,
in so many ways.
Next time we speak
I'll bring you the praise