When resting in this
World, less bright,
repeat your actions,
and make things right.

Worried thoughts,
spin through my head.
My mental status is now
full, complete with dread.

I sat with my wife yesterday,
She slept most of the time.
Must be the Morphine, now,
as I await her slow decline.

Oh, how I hate this,
dreaded time of life.
when I am unable to
hold, my lovely wife.

From out the time
of our days gone by,
now it is this,
a time to cry.

Wherefore has God allowed,
the end of life,
to be a painful time,
full of heartache and strife.

I sit alone, in darkened room,
thoughts a twirl.
Sadness permeates my soul,
in contemplation of discussing,
In Home Hospice, for my lovely
wife of 66 years plus.

My eyes are moist, but not,
outward, by crying.
My emotions are taking over.
I'm tired, exhausted and
saddened by the decision.
I'm about to make.
Not what I wanted to happen,
as Hospice comes with a
sense of finality, in my mind.

It is what is best for her, to
allow healing of open bed sores,
on both hips.
I apologize for burdening you,
with my feelings.
Love to all of you and for all
who are dealing with their
own burdens.

New the day
to you, my love.
Prayers to the
one above.

Be it God
or more is said.
Once you're dead
you're dead.

Why the worry,
why the fear,
of what causes love,
which may not appear.

Into the blue
the rocket roared,
spewing fuel,
the missile soared.

Into space,
destination unknown,
on a journey,
far, far from home.

Gurgling stream,
over stone and limb,
water splashing,
near the shore.
Memories are gone
here no more.

Trust in God,
I've been told.
Hearing this
has gotten old.

If God shuts a door,
He opens a window.
What kind of blind faith
is that? Not what I know.

If it sounds like,
my faith I've lost,
it's a risk I take,
She has paid the cost.

My orbit, once stable,
is slipping towards,
oblivion, the sweet
sound of lost dreams.

One life is ending,
one life, lies undirected,
sliding into lost
memories of oblivion.

I wrest my feelings
of memories, with thee,
from out my heart,
so unfortunately.

Life's dreams
of us together,
are now gone,
briefly like the weather.

Thoughts invade,
my aging brain.
Same as before,
I missed the train.

In she walks,
an older woman,
probably born,
before I began.

From blue to red,
he said to me. "It's
where I plan,
not to be.

I know when things,
are not all right
and must adjust
to our eyesight.

Let me see,
the way you are,
still afoot and
can't afford a car.