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Will the love for tomorrow
Be better than today?
At this moment in time,
It is hard to say.
The memories of our life,
That we share today,
Are slowly being taken away.
You may not know me
Now; but too soon
Won't know my name
When I enter the room.

Ah Spring, that time of the year,
When the greyness of Winter will disappear.
Barren ground, covered with the shredded bark
From last years, old gardening chore,
Is spotty and I need to restore.
The bulbs, planted this past Fall
Are growing and soon, they will all
Burst forth beautifully; I know they will,
As I see purple Hyacinth and Daffodil.
The tops of Tulips, with nibbled tips,
Bring a few unkind words to my lips.
The Bluebells, were planted, this past Fall,
Maybe the most beautiful of all.

What is it like to "Run Amok"?
Can I walk or drive a truck?
Who's to say, someone said to me,
Leave me alone and let me be.

Did you ever think of thee,
Being part of our history?
Involved in the daily news,
Even if it's not what you choose?
Me neither, but then I see
You don't volunteer for history.

I awaken to the sounds, at night
Of crying, silently to ease the plight
And realize that the noise I hear
Is coming from someone so near.
I move my hand and then I feel
The tears on my cheeks, are real.
Stop it! I say, in my Father's word
You're a Big Boy and don't be heard.
But at night when there is little sound
There's no one there, no one around.
The pain; knowing the loss will take
Helps me not, for when I awake,
I know that this time of ours
Will soon only be up in the Stars.

The light in the window
reflects from the glass,
letting travelers know your home
while they're walking past.
The Moon reflects off a darkened
room's glass pane,
casting shadows on the grass
as the Sunlight does wane.
It is a captivating view,
for you and me,
holding hands, as we walk
down the street, so happily.

The World we know is a difficult place,
Awash with friends and strangers
All with a different face.
Be not afraid of that fear within,
Just stand tall as your life will begin.

How bright the Moon, peeking through the trees.
A radiant bright, light to my eyes, does appease.
The fullness of the orb does brighten the night
No noise from the Moon, just pure delight.

Think not ill of me on this day
Or what might happen on the morrow
For my wish for you my dearest one
Is to bring you no more sorrow.

The world I know
Has come apart.
The one I love,
Has broken my heart.
Not because of intent
But due to disease,
That will not relent,
And leave her be
The way she was,
Full of love, for me.
It's an empty shell
She is starting to be.
The loss I feel,
Can not be described
For her love, you see
has been tossed aside.

I think of you and all others
Be they friend, sister or brothers.
It matters to me, for I know,
The love I have will soon grow,
To one of indifference and of hate,
If we, as humans, choose not to relate
To those whose life we don't see
A need for us to have empathy.

In step with the Devil, I am.
Not sure how that even began.
My mind must have subconsciously
Decided that I needed an anomaly,
For what life has in store or in mind.
I need to remember all of the Golden Rule
But avoid those who don't, be not a fool.