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A shortness of breath,
a gasping for air,
are warning signs,
you must be aware.

Go to a doctor
or check yourself in,
to an urgent care unit,
take care and you'll win.

Her hair,
long and shiny,
to her shoulders fell.
Blonde was the color,
blue were her eyes.

The voice of an angel,
soft, like a summer breeze.
The way she could
control the setting
with the words of a song.

Her name, was Lenora,
love was the game.

Riding a horse,
down an old trail,
not realizing it was,
now loose shale.

Shale for you,
not knowing about shale stone,
will understand when
all your footing is gone.

It's easy to slide,
on your hands and feet,
across shale field.
Just don't fall on your seat.

The damnations of Hell,
are upon thee,
in that dark, den of iniquity,
you call home.

May the demons, who
haunt you at night,
depriving you of the
sleep you desire,
be successful.
Let the Fate of the World,
burn your soul, into ashes.

As blindness approaches
the rays of the Sun,
carve out images,
in my mind,
of better days,
and happier times.

Streaking lights,
lightning flashes,
mar my senses,
a pathway to my soul.

How did life start this way?
Do I need to leave,
stay? should I,
or go I must, where,
the sun doesn't shine
while deranging my mind.

Alone am I,
sitting in my room.
An unhappy place,
sadness and gloom.

Out to the Courtyard,
bathed in Sun,
with little shade,
it's a lot of fun.

Purchased some plants,
to brighten the Courtyard.
Now filling the pots,
with soil and plants. Not bad.

Alone is the traveler,
lonely is the star,
he follows,
to find where you are.

Following his heart,
over many byways,
into the wild terrain,
on life's highways.

His journey continues,
by plane, train or car,
until the end,
finding where you are.

Roses and kings,
from long ago,
bring back memories,
of what I know.

Memories are such
as I think, it's serious.
for the old thoughts now
are scraps for the curious.

Thoughts which I had,
about the life we lead,
and find ourselves in,
with our memories dead.

My good friend and I weren't fast,
but we were old and fit.
He said, "Let's get up in front at the
starting line." My response was,
"Are you crazy?"

We went to the front,
and the gun went off.
I was sprinting for my,
life as this pack of young men,
half our age, were about to climb,
up our backs. Wow!

The next morning the
Eastside Journal, as it was,
called at the time, had a picture,
of my friend and I as the race started.
No terror in my face at that time.

Don't recall, how we finished, but,
remember we, in our infinite wisdom,
had ran a 10 K at Pt 'Defiance Park in
Tacoma.

I'm missing you now,
more than I can say,
as we rapidly approached,
our Anniversary date.

Sixty-six years
of wedded bliss.
We'll see it tomorrow,
with one more kiss.

You say you love me,
I know that you do,
as my heart swells,
because it's you.

You were asleep,
yesterday. I sat with
you for hours, a few,
leaving without telling
you, "Happy Anniversary".

Is it temporary blindness,
or is it just me,
when the wait staff,
fail to recognize me?

A wicked wind, from the South,
began to blow dust away,
from out the fields,
to the center of town.

Hurry, hurry, take in your wash,
hanging on the line to dry.
Wet clothes and blowing dirt,
will make a mess, is why.