I Love You
• 09/12/23 at 09:40AM •I love you,
more than when we first met.
Your courage and bravery,
as you fight in silence,
unable to communicate
or complain.
I am very proud of you
as you fight this losing battle.
I love you, Ellie.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
I love you,
more than when we first met.
Your courage and bravery,
as you fight in silence,
unable to communicate
or complain.
I am very proud of you
as you fight this losing battle.
I love you, Ellie.
Five, five, five, five,
where is your heart?
Listen, listen, listen, listen,
to me from the start.
Be with me tonight,
relive the memories, old,
when we were young.
No goodbyes, nothing bold.
Forever or never,
will it ever be?
Forget it, regret it,
you never will see.
Love it or leave it,
isn't quite there.
Try it or buy it,
Buyer beware.
Smarten up people,
don't be like herded sheep.
Stand tall and perform
like Miss Bo Peep.
I spend too much time,
thinking about,
the injustices of man,
when I should shout.
Shout to the heavens,
let everyone know,
no more of this,
"Dog and Pony" show.
There are some things in life
which can get really "Old",
when your hot water faucet,
will only provide you cold.
Brr!
Tell me not, how life will be,
for you do not know.
I am still here and will remain
to always be with you.
"Help me", said the ancient one
besmirched.
"I cannot" was the answer,
"Unresearched."
"Leave me be", I said
about the morrow,
for you know not
about the sorrow.
"Why do you tease me?"
he said.
"You know nothing at all about
being dead."
Want not those things in life,
for you may never see,
the blindness of your folly.
It will never be.
Aches and pains I feel now,
will never go away,
or your life will end on
your personal judgement day
I feel broken.
My spirits were good.
My wife's wound is getting better,
I have been told.
I have been called a "Loner", in the past,
I suspect that is my tendency.
What I am feeling now,
is an extreme loss,
I've never felt it before.
There are people, I can talk to
and I frequently do.
I cannot describe this feeling.
I wish I could.
Standing in the hallway,
when out of the blue,
a lady approached me
and said I know you.
I said, "I don't believe so,"
she said, "I do too,
you worked at Boeing,
where I worked too."
I said, you are mistaken,
but I don't know you."
She said, "You sat next to me".
Not what I wanted to do,
so, I said, "Listen, you have it wrong,
I never worked there; I never did."
She looked at me, saying," Look
Handsome, you are right, you're just a kid."
Words keep spilling,
out of my mind.
Should it matter,
if they are unkind?