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Vegetable Garden Does Not Make Smiles For Me

Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Foxglove trumpet flowers scent that please
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

Weeping Willow with grace lures so artsy
Under which lies Butterfly Bush which tease
Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee

But in the vegetable garden foresee
Sweat, toil in heat but food that heals disease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

On trellis adjacent pale pink rose see
Just a dewdrop, but not on Butterfly Bush with base
Purple Conical blooms that lure bumblebee

In the vegetable garden no Sweet Pea
More flowers for me and food plants decrease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

All I see toil, sweat no trip to the sea
Please do not let the flower garden cease
Let purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

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The Mirror

			The Mirror

I met myself today, not that many years away.
A most arresting sight; it filled me full of fright:
My mind in disarray, all my senses, gone astray.

Every hour come what may, planning meals for the day.
Checking locks. Are they tight?  Checking clocks. Are they right?
I watched myself today. not so many years away.

Only driving in the day.  After dark I lose my way.
Hardly hearing, blurry sight, nothing seems to taste quite right.
All my senses gone astray, and my mind’s ... in disarray.

Searching for each word to say. Can’t remember yesterday.
Bathroom visits through the night, cursing til I find the light. 
I heard myself today not that many years away.

Talk about childhood days, no matter what you had to say.
Both my knees rusted tight, can’t get up with out a fight.
Bent and frail, drawn and gray, everything’s in disarray.

Do I need this P.O.A.  Deeds and wills seem OK
What about a funeral site?  Who will give my last rite?
I asked myself today: “just how many years away?”
While visiting my Dad this past Father’s Day.