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Where in the World,
would you like to go,
if you wished to see
a new Magician Show?

The curtains were drawn,
moodiness was low,
when we heard,
voices exchanging below.

You were once my hero,
there to set me free.
Look for duplicity,
it's where I will be.

No matter what happens,
in this crazy world, ours,
look toward the heavens,
you'll be counting stars.

There will be no tomorrow,
if you let today go away
and don't forget,
there's nothing, without a yesterday.

I thought I was the one,
when I first looked at you.
Now all these years are past,
as I again am looking too.

You are not with me,
except body and soul.
Your mind is gone,
I've nowhere to go.

Wayward the wind,
knifing through the trees.
It's a very strong wind,
no longer a breeze.

Down at the tree base,
there is whispering sighs,
while treetops shake
the darkest skies.

Tell me how,
tell me why,
I could fall
from my chair,
land on my butt,
which is now sore.

Being in my room,
the only interaction,
is with the food servers,
who do not want to be
in close contact with thee.

I long to see my wife,
who is in Memory Care,
but thankfully, is testing,
Negative, unlike me,
who has tested positive,
twice in 5 days.

Is this a way of life,
if this can be called living.

Come lay down beside me,
as I recite to thee,
our memories together.
Perhaps, you'll remember me.

I miss you so dearly,
when I can't see,
or hold you or
sit with thee.

Thy wish, my command,
is what we'd say.
You no longer remember,
any of our todays.

A strange animal,
with tail and tusk.
What are you,
an ox, Musk?

Musk Oxen have
horns, not tusk.
I know it's not,
a Duckbilled Platypus.

Wandering the earth,
what a sight to see.
Not the prettiest,
but a sight for thee.

A fiery fold,
a ragged edge,
once banned,
now could be said.

Stay with me,
forever, today,
into the morrow,
What's to say?

You, caught me,
months ago,
wanting to see you,
nowhere to go.

Will you
still love me,
when I'm
old and grey?

Life's hourglass,
running out
of sand,
of time.

It won't
be long
and I will
be gone.

For all the tomorrows
there is left in yesterday,
will I still be with you,
when love has gone away?

Every life has a beginning,
like the songs we sing.
Start your life with laughter
and to your song, bring.

All the desires, for tomorrow,
of this you should always bring
information, which is specific,
to all your songs, to sing.

Using words of pleasure
which make your head ring,
creates the aura of your soul
tugging at our heart strings.

When all of the tomorrows,
have passed and gone away,
may we remain here on earth,
to sing, laugh and play.

What are the costs
for all the baggage we bring,
in everything we know,
even in the saddest thing.

I look for you.
You're not here.
I look, again,
I am alone.

Not how
it was to be.
Here alone,
me, not thee.