My writing is prolific,
it's what it seems.
I'm a simple old man,
I'm not a machine.

I need a desk.
I need a lamp.
I need an envelope,
with a postage stamp.

Beautiful dreamer,
beautiful day.
My love for you,
will always stay.

It was in the far past,
when stars fell from the sky,
hitting the land and sea.
No recovery efforts, no reason why.

When I was young,
I knew a girl, called Sue.
She would never, ever,
do what I wanted to.

A scary thought,
both night and day.
Will you be here,
after I've gone away.

Ask not of me,
for favor free,
when you love me not,
though I am not thee.

Beautiful dreamer,
Beautiful day.
My love for you
Will always stay.

I failed to see,
this part of life,
living alone,
without my wife.

Why am I troubled?
Why am I sore,
when my true love,
Is gone. No more.

To see her,
smiling face,
without a
sweet embrace.

Sadness eats
at my soul,
as a person,
I am no longer whole.

In the dead of the night,
running fast as you can,
be careful as you step,
beware the Gingerbread Man.

A coldness,
crept over me.
It's what I felt,
but didn't see.

A chill runs
down my spine.
An ominous feeling
knowing it's mine.

The word Hospice,
my stomach turns,
the patient, my wife,
now my eyes burn.

It is the weekend and residents
in memory care are experiencing
the joy of seeing family and friends.
Visits may be short or can be long,
and soon people will start to say their
Goodbyes. Little white lies are said,
"See you soon" when it really means
I must go and may see you in a while.
A sense of sadness when leaving your
loved one. It is for me, and I am a floor
above her. My heart aches, for this woman
who has been the pillar of my life for so
many years.

The setting Sun,
burnt a hole
in the horizon,
so, I was told.