Oh the words, I would say to you
about all the things you do.
You cared for me, over the years.
Now I care for you
as your mind disappears .

Here we sit in our family room.
He's now on TV; a purveyor of gloom.
He lies; They spew from out his mouth.
He says East is West; North is South.
How can one believe what his words are?
He spins the truth, both near and far.

I am here.
You are not.
Our children grown,
a love sought,
from each other,
during journey's life.
We are still
husband and wife.
My thoughts gone,
from my head.
A mental state,
I now dread,
seeing you allow,
here and now,
fills my heart,
with my vow,
of loving you,
is my joy
and I do
all this for
you to see
the better part
of older me.

I write not for you.
I write not for them.
I write for myself,
for the predicament I'm in.

The harshness of Dementia,
is difficult to see,
except when you confuse,
TV Ads with reality.
"There are people there",
you now say to me.
"I don't know them,
but they're on TV."

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What are those dots between Saturn's rings? Our Earth and Moon. Just over three years ago, because the Sun was temporarily blocked by the body of Saturn, the robotic Cassini spacecraft was able to look toward the inner Solar System. There, it spotted our Earth and Moon -- just pin-pricks of light lying about 1.4 billion kilometers distant. Toward the right of the featured image is Saturn's A ring, with the broad Encke Gap on the far right and the narrower Keeler Gap toward the center. On the far left is Saturn's continually changing F Ring. From this perspective, the light seen from Saturn's rings was scattered mostly forward , and so appeared backlit. After more than a decade of exploration and discovery, the Cassini spacecraft ran low on fuel in 2017 and was directed to enter Saturn's atmosphere, where it surely melted. Gallery: Notable Venus & Mercury Conjunction 2020 Images submitted to APOD

I write the words, as they come to me.
From my mind they soon will be,
down on paper, written too hastily.
Why do my hands start to ache?
Is it because of my arthritic shake?
Old am I, like wood from the Sea
lying in the sand, alone, is me.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What’s higher than the Himalayas? Although the Himalayan Mountains are the tallest on planet Earth, they don't measure up to the Milky Way. Visible above the snow-capped mountains in the featured image is the arcing central band of our home galaxy. The bright spot just above the central plane is the planet Jupiter, while the brightest orange spot on the upper right is the star Antares. The astrophotographer braved below-zero temperatures at nearly 4,000-meters altitude to take the photographs that compose this image. The featured picture is a composite of eight exposures taken with same camera and from the same location over three hours, just after sunset, in 2019 April, from near Bimtang Lake in Nepal. Over much of planet Earth, the planets Mercury (faint) and Venus (bright) will be visible this week after sunset. Experts Debate: How will humanity first discover extraterrestrial life?

Photo by TomasHavel

Runs not from me.
Stay in the room.
Surrender to laughter,
Avoid all the gloom,
For the day is new
and I am with you.

Your head is thick.
Your skin is thin.
Oh what a fix,
You've put us in.
You have no Plan,
For us to win.
A gasp, a moan,
Is what we hear.
We're on our own.
That's not a plan,
But a death sentence,
Is what we understand.
You're a heartless one,
That is for sure.
But we'll go on.
We will endure.
One thing we do
Is get you out,
So please vote Blue,
to leave no doubt.

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Marriage, is not a Contact Sport.

Mock bravado,
is what you do.
Not wearing a mask,
makes a fool out of you.
The act,
no mask for thee,
sets a poor example,
that your followers see.
A pox on you,
you childish man,
with your feet of clay
and head of sand.

In the family room
and I see,
a Crow on the fence,
looking back at me.
In his beak, like a man,
an empty Bud Light beer can.
Did he have a thirst?
I can't say,
for he dropped the can
and flew away.

A Crocodile sat on my back.
I believe his friends, called him Jack.
Jack had been gone a great while,
his place of birth was the river Nile.
He was on my shoulder, wearing a coat.
Happy was I, he had not grabbed my throat.
"Why are you here?' I asked of he.
He said, "don't ask, let it be,
for I am not a Croc, silly boy,
I'm your worries of what's to be,
for your life will soon by history".

A smoke filled room,
an open bar.
Where in the World
did I park my car?

Where will I go,
after you're gone?
A memory care unit,
awaits for thee.
A very nice setting
with river and tree.
You'll be cared for;
something I can
no longer do,
but while you're gone,
I will be missing you.

I ran a lot when I was young and would do so, after work.
Running down my favorite route, on 148th Ave NE. as
it was well lit and I could see ahead.
I had my Sony Walkman on my hip and was listening to
an FM station. Probably rock and roll as the beat was,
for me, easier to make my run with the beat of the
music.
As I tired, the tendency was for me to not lift my feet
as high as a normal stride. Apparently I was doing a
little shuffle and my toe caught a raised slab of the
sidewalk. At the time, I also played Soccer and had a
defense mechanism when hit or losing your balance.
I tripped and automatically went into a "tuck and roll"
and came back up to me feet. I quickly looked around
to see if I had been noticed. I wasn't.
Checked myself out, no damage and the Sony was still
cranking out a tune.
The next day at work I was relating my accident to a fellow
runner. He asked I had hurt myself. I said no, but as I
reached for the spot where my Walkman had been, I felt
a slight pain. Shortly after that I had acquired a small
bruise, that I swear had the word Sony, in my skin.
The moral of the story is to keep running, no matter what, as you
never know what is chasing you.

A life is filled
with love and sorrow,
here on this day
and gone the morrow.

What is this life,
we have to live,
where it is more take
and not enough give?