I Yearn

For once this is not fiction Can you change the past? I yearn to, But on condition I carry with me All that I have learned. But you cannot change the past. Still, I yearn for a bottle Of chilled white wine Chablis. Delicious on the palette, Exquisite with rice and plenty of seafood. The aroma of truffled sauce, the razor clams, The pinkish prawns and open-wide oysters. It is my delight. I yearn for silence, away from rife, The sounds of cars crashing, the boom of guns, The killing of innocent people. I yearn for peace. I yearn to travel as I used, For I visited half of Europe And ventured to Brazil. Now I’m Island bound and Travel is no more. You look good, they say. But only on the outside. I yearn for health inside: The small inoperable cancer, Kept in check by implants With bouts of depression That twice I deleted my poetry site. Good thing I kept copies of my writings. But my heart is weak after Twenty years when I had a triple bypass. My right eye has the beginning of a cataract, My left knee needs a replacement But with Diabetes 2 no operation can be done. I yearn for my wife. Seven years I still grieve for her. She’s in Heaven now. I yearn for my beloved Lord. The creator of all. I pray He takes care of me. May He grant me a happy death. And may the Rose of Sharon help me too.