It was so sad; she was only sixty-nine my friend said.
I was glad we were on the phone, so she could not see my expressions.
nothing sad about a sixty-nine-year-old with dementia dying in her sleep.
dying slowly in a mean, horrible cancer death when you are two is worse.
A young person committing suicide is worse.
A sixteen-year-old who texts and crashes their car is worse.
A woman with dementia dying peacefully in her sleep is grace.
I keep these thoughts to myself.
My father had dementia; it is not a Ferris wheel ride.
My mother was begging for death.
Cancer went from her lungs to her bones and her brain.
That is a horrific death.
Dying peacefully in your sleep at sixty-nine
this is what most of us can only hope for.
Instead, we are taken young and in brutal manners.
My Valentine Since Sixty-nine
(To: Barbara with love)
By Franklin Price
02/10/2023
You are my love and soul mate
We met in nineteen sixty-nine
We were lost and searching for
A forever Valentine
We both thought love had passed us by
Would never come our way again
God had other plans for us
That year our journey would begin
We found each other through his grace
His plan would come to be
In November we were married
And became a family
You and I and Danielle Dawn
Traveled down life's road together
When the sun was shining bright
Through clouds and stormy weather
Always there for one another
As each Valentine's was cast
Thanking God for his good graces
In twenty twenty-two you passed
You will always be my Valentine
Though you are on the golden shore
Where you're waiting there to greet me
Valentines forevermore
Beauty is like a sword
but a sharp mind is pure arsenic.
Psychedelic
Good times
Woodstock
Peace love
Long hair
Bell bottom
Jeans and beads
Guitars strumming
Hippies
Around a campfire
Singing
Free style
How the lovin’ was easy
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
A Synopsis At Sixty-Nine
By: Tom Wright
2/16/2008
A time when life’s not chocolate cake
When gait has slowed and sight is dimming
My cholesterol is high and joints all ache
And packed on pounds are not trimming
An enlarged prostate now gives concern
And blood pressure looms out of control
Though for the hot wing days I still yearn
They have no place within my present goal
I struggle to keep my blood sugar down
While diligently trying to eliminate Carb
But most days’ readings bring on a frown
Eating has become just one constant barb
If it grows in dirt or comes from a tree
It’s interlaced with carbs and must be sparing
If I run it down to kill it, no carbs and it’s free
But remember, fat content I’m also paring
If my meal tastes good so I’ve been told
To quickly spit it out, don’t let it wallow
But the temp in Hades will be mighty cold
Once across my gums I chew and swallow
So I swallow pills to combat each thing
While heart, lungs and liver are still fine
I think of the adverse effects pills bring
And listen to my stomach growl and whine.
Why is the number sixty-nine so important to us guys
Why not seventy-two or thirty-six or even five
Always puzzled me
Sends me up a tree
Now there's a thought, but must be hard on the thighs
O' Lord i pray the biggest gift
as Thou hath promised in the Book of Psalms;
grant me abundance, that'll bridged the rift
O' heal my wounds, with Thy holy balm.
Thou saith "but i am poor and sorrowful,"
adding, "O God, set me up on high,"
my current state change to the blissful
bless my path, as i go by and by.
Indeed Lord, it is a short prayer
Lord have pity, upon Thy servant;
of all things, Thou art the Maker
fulfil Thy will, Thy holy covenant.
For in the end, it's in Thy Mercy
grant us blessings and riches too;
money spent not only on charity
but deeds untold, this planet blue.
Psalms 69:29 states:
"But i am poor and sorrowful,
let your salvation, O God,
set me up on high."
Amen!
I spread her wanting derriere as making love unto she..
Perfect sweetness; cumming, and all I could do was enjoy while
My heart raced to catch her haloes breath; sucking, her beautiful breast.
Am having a birthday party
and many are invited,
please, each bring a candle
and I'll surely try to light it
There will not be a special cake
with lit candles, sing "tra la la,"
just don't mention nine sixty nine,
only "Many more, Methusalah"
She agreed I knew the position smelt,
Assured we grappled at each others pelt
I got the iced cup to crack and melt
And she enlivened hardness I felt.
On top she fans her awakened lust
Down under I mouth the dripping thrust
Grounded to roll and infuriate the crust
Gurgles and suckles become a must.
We break the barriers to flood and tame;
Realigned numbers play the matching game.
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