Years ago, when light was gray;
Before the dawn of a coming day.
I arose early to watch the Moon,
traverse the Sky, like a Loon.
An object with a shape of long
forgotten material, lay among
the branches of a Maple tree,
awaiting the love, escaping me.
Far away from the lonely abode,
upon Death's horse, he rode.

A sound,
a noise,
a smell
of decay,
as our
earthly body's
life ebbs,
from our soul
and will
be what,
becomes now,
in our
own dismay.

The far side of heaven
is where I hope she will be,
standing by the Pearly Gates,
waiting there for me.
I hope she will wait there,
in case I'm running late,
for I may not be inside,
but outside the Pearly Gates.

The Colt was born,
in blazing Sun.
His legs all gangly,
wobbling as he
tried to run.
Always a joy,
with much delight,
to see a newborn
take steps; a new flight.

Life is like a sheep's,
lost deep in the herd.
Deep in the crowd,
a voice won't be heard.
Speak out now, for you must,
as the time will pass by
and our thoughts will be dust.

The Midnight bells
rang loudly then.
It was when it all began.
The Moon disappeared
behind a cloud,
as the Midnight bells,
kept ringing, loud.
Bright the lights; Heaven
did shine,
as we heard the
peasant scream.
Where are you , My Lord?
Why have you forgotten
us, here, in this place?
Now we know and must face
our shortened life's new embrace.

Words to paper.
Ink from pen,
my writing process,
came back again.
Words, some kind,
some with ease,
can be filthy
covered with slease.
Why write those,
when you please?
So provocative,
they will tease,
a thought, what
this mind sees.
The words vanish
with a Spring breeze.

I awake from a stupor.
I'm down on the ground,
where I am surrounded by people,
who I see, but there is no sound.
What has happened to me?
A question, I would ask,
except there are few words.
which come with my gasp.
I am alone but then I'm not,
for here is what I see,
propped up against the trunk
of a dying, old tree.

Most people wanty to live,
few people want to die,
but living takes an effort
and we all must try,
to change this place,
from sorrow to the joy
reflected in a child's face
when viewing a new toy.

A flash of light,
during a night dark.
A choppy sea,
stirred by the wind.
The rattle of leaves
across the sand,
brings life from a
fortress high,
when the World will know
a new life again.
For a man will walk
among the trees.
No need to know
or to please the way
it was done before,
for life is good
and yet, we still search
for more of what was
then a place to die
and to begin anew,
in the life of ours.

A World Obesity Federation report shows that the likelihood of death from COVID-19 is about ten times higher in countries where more than half the adult population is classified as overweight than in those countries with lower shares of overweight population.
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The World Obesity Federation Report     U.S. Adult Obesity Prevalence - CDC

If I ever come this way again,
I hope you will be my friend,
for I want the World to know,
I love you much and I'll go
another place; a distant shore,
to a place never seen before.

From the depths of your Soul,
where love will root with emotion,
springing forth, when nurtured by
the good feeling which arise
by close association to others.
Familiarity may breed contempt,
if not tempered by understanding
of how the meshing of racial
differences, blends the personalities
of tribal customs. We do this
every day, through out our lives,
as we work; as we play.

I am older than glacial dirt
washed down the bed of
a glacial stream.

I fear not the fool,
who says, he is.
I fear for the one
who thinks we're his.

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Campfire ablaze,
a castaway shell.
A pathway to trouble
of which I know well,
the road to Perdition's
slow ride to Hell.

An earlier time,
a slow dance,
is there time,
for another chance?
Isn't it sad,
an old romance,
never the same,
Cupids arrow perchance,
missed the target
and won't enhance,
the lost love;
an old romance,
just once more.
A last dance.

A golden Moon, brings its rays,
to the place where you lay,
upon the sand, beneath the trees.
Thanks be to God, one more time,
for being there, to hear my words.
Words of gratitude for allowing me
one more day, where freedom
and a good man now leads this Nation.
A man with class and compassion,
who cares about the working man.
Give him strength and help him Lord,
with all your might, to make it,
through the long, dark night.