When life springs eternal,
what about love?
Should we all play by
the rules from above?

If my memory serves me correctly,
as it usually does,
are you OK, if I remain,
with my feelings, because?

He walked the path
of Life again,
full of indifference,
never the twain.

To meet again,
in a World so lost.
Missing a chance
and the Holy Ghost.

Oh no,
please don't let it be,
for it looks like,
I'm losing my identity.

What else is happening,
what else can it be,
one more step to oblivion,
losing my personality.

What a bad duress
it gathers to be,
when I will no longer
know if I am me.

It was late in the Fall,
sitting, trying to amend,
my likes and dislikes
to keep from making mistakes again.

Thinking about this stage in life,
about the uncertainties we face,
during our brief time, in this reality.
Do we have compassion or a trace

of kindness, hidden within our being?
As members of the Human Race,
We need empathy and passion.
The well-being of others has a place.

Perhaps, this is by design,
when War or Genocide prevails.
Elimination of ethnicities, in battle
used to control over population, life fails.

Warm the Sun
on the back of my neck.
Heat which I needed
for I'm an emotional wreck.

Moments of remembrances
the events which I miss.
All of the hugging,
but especially a kiss.

What life will bring,
Death will take away.
Matters not the strength,
realizing, they will not stay.

Fast cars
and fast women
were never in my
vocabulary. Not now, not then.

I loved cars,
liking to drive fast.
Gas was cheap, but
tires wouldn't last.

This soul is lost,
he will survive
the mental challenges,
if he is to stay alive.

Many thoughts,
have turned to dust,
while his emotions,
are starting to rust.

So, what's the story,
here and now?
I must stay with her,
for I made a vow.

Born, we are.
Live, we do.
Love, we may.
Languish, we can.
Die, we will.

Moonlight beamed
off my brow.
I was still trying,
to determine how,

I had become,
entrapped here,
with few friends,
but family near.

I realized,
much too late,
my lovely wife,
my lifelong mate,

was no longer
close to see,
but one floor,
below me.

It's been a year,
the 28th of November.
No lying-in bed, no hugs,
all so hard to remember.

I will write of tomorrow
and the joy it will bring,
with friends and family,
we'll gather to sing.

A joyful time of life
a special time of year,
where we all gather,
singing songs, so dear.