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I'm just an old guy,
going to have his last chance.
It's ok, I understand,
this will be life's final dance.

Oktober fest, will soon be here,
when Nature's bounty will be reaped.
Wheat, potatoes, squash and beans,
will be our winter's treat.

Well before food was canned,
salt was a natural preservative way,
to keep food from spoiling.
The process is still used today.

I look forward to the harvest,
of all of Nature's fare,
for it will be our food supply,
and the food we must prepare.

Life can be, a tragedy,
if we allow it to,
for all of our experiences,
depend upon you and you.

Our interactions with another,
can be a dream come true,
but we must all cooperate,
if it will be all too.

Is that unreasonable to say,
in this day and age?
If it is, then simply,
turn the page.

All dogs die,
Even the healthy ones,
But no one knows why
It's not the event, of ones

memories, for we all know.
you lose a pet, a friend,
who we all loved so.

There is a place,
of broken hearts,
which lives,
within us all.

We must address that,
at some point, in time,
or it will take its toll

Whence came I,
was said before,
as a voice echoed
beyond the door.

You came here,
from far away.
No one knows,
who can say.

A far away land,
across the sea,
is what it was,
that will be Yee.

I feel a need to return,
to our primal shore.
The thoughts of Sea birds,
tempts me to make a tour.

I love the ocean and its smell
for it takes me to a primal shore
where sea spray and seagulls cry,
I need food that's why I fly.

Walking in the wet sand,
until my feet are sore.
The sea smell, I love
and still adore.

What more to ask,
then to be free
and explore the beach
of the ocean Sea.

There was nothing,
nada, nought.
We should have sold,
instead, we bought.

Into every life,
some rain may fall.
The words are some,
not everything or all.

Wind blowing cold,
sky growing dark,
branches trembling,
'twas sounding stark.

A long way to go,
to find my home.
I shouldn't have stayed late,
when I should have gone home.

No place to walk,
the sky was pitch black.
I've lost my way,
I've lost track,

of where I was going.
Not a good sign,
when your memory,
is in a decline.

When love leaves,
and quickly goes away,
don't give up, for you,
must Rue the day.

Work hard in,
in the life you lead.
Be kind and gentle,
and you may succeed.

If you work in that manner,
be sure your soul doesn't burn.
You may find that
your love will return.

Stay strong,
each and every day,
and fate will find you,
bringing love back into play.

My mind is full,
of useless information.
I wish my mind would
gain some exhilaration,

of writing words,
clear and concise.
It would be great,
and so very nice.

Too many thoughts,
about the end of life,
when reflecting about,
the loss of my wife.

Now here I am,
faced with a dilemma.
I think I may need
another brain enema.

For all you remember,
you will one day forget,
for memories are fleeting.
You should always let

others, you know,
to resolve cases,
before yuor memories,
run out of safe places.