My inner peace,
is struggling once more.
Trying to reject depression,
as I get up from the floor.

There's nothing here,
I don't wish to keep score
about people's issues as
I don't relate anymore.

Forever we go.
Forever we stay.
Forever, a lifetime.
Forever ends, some day.

I may appear to be calloused,
when I don't care anymore.
That's far from the truth,
for improvement in writing, I implore.

Light rays reflecting,
from windowpane,
splattered with a,
cool Fall rain.

Leaf colors
starting to change,
now are wet,
a shiny color range.

The weather was wet,
the campfire was strong,
as the "Snap, Crackle, Pop",
were lyrics to a song.

How hot the flame,
to burn wet wood,
still wet, it will steam,
popping is not good.

What is romance?
What is love?
What in the World
am I thinking of?

No, I'm not in love,
not much of a chance,
unless, of course,
with my wife, I could dance.

Do you still love me,
knowing not my name?
Has the Dementia,
ruined our life's game?

To wander,
to search,
the World,
looking for
love or
adventures to
assure our
curiosities.

Is this
what we
are? Nomads,
in search
of the
the bread
of life,
for love
of a wife.

I tire of talking to a Memory Care Resident.
He is always talking to many who cannot
understand or carry on a conversation.
He is demanding of attention, yet won't
sit still to complete an activity.

Initially he irritated me with his constant
complaining. I told him to leave the others
alone and to please don't intrude when I am
sitting with my wife who will awake at random
to say a few words.

Now for some reason, I am his best friend.
He will poke me on the leg if I am not
looking at him.
He must some kind of plan. I know not what
it is, as he keeps reminding me that he will
help me. Hopefully, he will not recall any
conversation he had with me.
I see new residents coming into the facility
in Memory care. There is a sadness I see.
(More to come)

Words still tumble,
out of my head.
They always will,
until I'm brain dead.

I write quite a bit
about the words in my head,
debating if they are OK.
and open to be read.

I am no longer reluctant.
to share words with Yee,
and look forward to comments,
from all of thee.

My feelings are now,
tough to the core.
Negative comments?
I want to hear more.

You're never right,
but are always wrong.
You never know
the words of a song.

Your hearings bad,
needs a lot of work.
Don't misbehave
or act like a jerk.

Go down under,
go yee soon.
Do it now,
before a full moon.

You must be crazy,
or perhaps, just daft,
for your behavior is
similar to witchcraft.