The old fool has risen,
he's going to fall,
his mind is not working.
It's not working at all.

Serendipity is now in play
as an old memories have gone away.
Ask not of him of what it might be,
For his exploits in life, you cannot see.

When I write down these words
on paper, using a pen,
are they becoming more absurd
or do I still continue to pretend,
I am a writer who
has now lost his way.
Please help me Lord,
for my mind has gone astray.

I reach out for you,
but you've gone away.
Your body is here,
the mind didn't stay.
I love you so
and will always pray,
please stay with me
until the end of our day.

Thank you, dear Lord
for letting me stay
on this good Earth
for one more day.

Come see me now.
Come see me play.
Do it now.
Do it today,
For very soon,
It's gone away,
Never again,
Not even today.
The loss of time,
Has gone away,
No more watching,
Your Children play.

I see once again,
the far away look,
in your brown eyes,
when you try hard
to think and realize,
you know not of
objects, which you see,
as a puzzled expression,
comes rushing at thee.
What can I do?
What can I say,
telling you, your safe
and I won't go away.

I am going to go back
and crawl in my bed,
for my head is pounding,
like the drum of the dead.
My eyes are so weary,
a color of light red.
I shouldn't have been drinking
and then someone said,
"Last round"

I believe I have been here before,
but who in the World is Lenore?
Did I read a book of lore?
It was Poe's Raven saying "Nevermore."

The sound of an early evening breeze,
pushing and pulling branches and leaves.
Is an eerie sound; it will not appease
until the rattle of tree limbs are at ease.

Do you recall the words,
"Snap, crackle and Pop?"
The bowl of Rice Crispies,
laying in milk to sop.

We wont be together with our family
on this upcoming Thanksgiving
because of published guidelines.
I don't like it but I understand
and we will comply in an effort to
diminish exposure.
My wife, however, cannot grasp why,
it must be when others are
with their family. She has advanced
Dementia. What you or I can
justify why, she cannot use logic
or reason. It's sad for her
and painful to me, when I see
her anguish about not seeing
her granddaughter.

A thought.
A frown.
A brainless
Old Clown,
On his way;
Going down.

My life will be over.
I won't even pretend,
When the time comes
And I can't pick up my pen.
Can I have a small prayer
and a hearty Amen?
If you do that
I'll always be your friend.

I feel tree roots
beneath my toes,
as I stumble on those,
trying not to fall,
for if I do,
it will be hard
to get up,
for me not for you.

Never a moment,
never a try,
what in the World
is wrong with this guy?
There is no humility,
there is no sigh,
compassion isn't present,
it matters not why,
as his time in office
is drawing nigh.

The Crow hopped
and cawed,
did a short
bouncy dance,
on the grass.
He did prance,
looking for worms;
his last chance.

A shiver
A pain
Inside my head,
Has brought forth
A feeling of dread.

The path down the hillside,
through the slippery shale,
was taken carefully then,
but with little avail,
for my feet began sliding
down the rockiest trail.
Brace your feet in the stone,
don't let them sail,
as it can be dangerous
to avail a trail with shale.

No matter the season.
No matter the time,
I'll always remember you
A good friend of mine.

I ponder the day of recent past
of voting out a President, so crass,
who still hangs on, in his defeat.
His term will be over; he'll retreat.