Water runs deep,
and it runs cold.
Funny how life changes,
as we get old.

No more the Spring,
no more the view.
Why can't I stop,
looking at you.

Sitting by your bed,
a perfect view,
to be close again.
What else can I do?

How cold is my heart,
when I walk away,
after seeing you sleeping,
when visiting day after day?

My love for this woman,
so precious to me,
continues to grow stronger,
when thinking about she.

Should you gambol,
when you gamble,
if you win a lot?
Or should you ramble,

around the city
while gamboling
in a friendly way?
Who cares, not I.

Raging the river,
thick with mud,
rich nutrients,
it's not a flood.

Carrying plants,
barges with bales,
rolling onward to
new cotton sales.

Shipping goods
via railway track,
a change in how
new goods are back.

Long were the hours,
I waited for you.
Worries were many,
didn't know what to do.

When did it begin,
the changing of life,
losing all your memories,
my sweet, loving wife.

High winds blew,
through the Willows, below.
Branches were breaking,
Nature's, special show.

Here comes the Devil,
give him his due.
He's looking for someone,
Is that someone, you?

What sins have happened,
Which word was used?
A hard question,
most evenly confused.

Say your prayers now,
don't delay what you do,
when handling a situation,
which doesn't pertain to you.

A parade of lost souls
happening daily in memory care.
Many will wander
destination, nowhere.

I've met many residents,
each with their own flaw.
Just a few arguments
from an old Ma and Pa.

Many can't function,
with the basic life need.
Some can function
others you must feed.

Sunlit water
Moonlit sky
Deepening shadows
Saying goodbye.

Soft flows the water,
so clear and blue.
It's shimmering image,
reminds me of you.

What I must do,
to stay happy today,
is to find a new path,
doing it my own way.

What is that path?
I wish I knew.
I will not start my journey
While I am living with you.

These words tug at my heart
for I am missing you so.
I know you will leave me,
but I don't want you to go.

I am fortunate
and a very lucky man,
to have all the friends,
who care about me.

My nose starts running,
my eyes, shedding a tear,
when I sit with you,
and you don't know I'm near.

Verbal communication,
gone with life's flow,
when I said, "I love You,"
you said, "I know."

A surprise to me,
was that reply,
for you had stopped speaking
and I was wondering why.