When words collide,
through action heard,
could we choose
to not flip the bird?

Keep it civil,
please don't shout,
especially when you
don't know what you're talking about.

Meet me tonight in Dreamland,
those words I now hear,
for I miss all those,
who are no longer here.

I was surprised the other day,
when someone said, they liked me.
The remark was much needed,
for I thought I'd lost my personality.

When few becomes many,
in this crazy land, ours,
while sadness runs rampant,
like fallen stars.

So many residents,
here, in this place,
of memory care issues,
a lot or a trace.

Varied reactions, unique
to individuals, of whom we speak.
Everyone is different, what I see,
the way Nature intended
and the way it will be.

Why would I worry,
why should I fret,
when all which I know,
I will soon forget.

It was in early Spring,
the frost was still here.
It was sunny but cold.
Colder than normal this year.

Too early to plant,
for at night it would freeze.
Put on your warmest coat
and many sweaters, please.

Light was the breeze,
close to the ground,
but frost on the grass,
was what I found.

Ring the bell,
peal the sound,
and treasure your love,
uphill and down.

In bad times
or good times as well,
it is the time,
to stay thee from Hell.

Her memories are gone.
I will try to retain,
them, for her, writing words.
Perhaps they will remain.

Goodness will prevail,
Twas said to me.
I will only speak,
of that to thee,

for the evil which
lurks in a man,
is hard to fathom,
or to understand,

the nature of a person,
who is a man.
Emotionless at times,
stubborn, when taking a stand.

From deep withing,
these Souls, ours,
are memories,
of girls and cars.

The engines roar,
a sweet caress,
makes your life,
very heaven blessed.

Some days, your best
laid plans, go awry.
Don't delay,
change your journey.

What in the World,
I've often heard.
Been thinking now,
how the World is absurd.

Too many killings,
the taking of lives.
How do we cope?
Can we survive?