Death and Dying

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Old Dog

A pound of gold for more time.

The grain of reflection will soon take what I chose to remember.

Below a skittish veneer will I hold your temperament dear?

Will you still hold me within your opaque gaze?

You and I, were not meant to be for all to see.

Ours is a private history.

Yours is a wild heart for comfort during human misery.

 

Keep Me in Your Heart

Keep Me in Your Heart 

W. Zevon

Shadows are fallin’.
And I’m runnin’ out of breath.
keep me in your heart for a while.
If I leave you it doesn’t mean I love you any less.
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When you get up in the mornin’…
and you see that crazy sun…
keep me in your heart for a while.
There’s a train leavin’ nightly called, “When All is Said and Done.”
 Keep me in your heart for a while.
Sometimes when you’re doin’ simple things around the house…
maybe you’ll think of me and smile.
You know I’m tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Hold me in your thoughts.
Take me to your dreams.
Touch me as I fall into view.
When the winter comes…
keep the fires lit..
and,  I will be right next to you.
Engine driver’s headed north up to Pleasant Stream…
keep me in your heart for a while
These wheels keep turnin’… but they’re runnin’ out of steam.
Keep me in your heart for a while

Handmade Coward

I am a handmade coward not fighting hard enough.

Not loving enough.

A slow setting sun…fanciful and whimsical.

My wrists…withered branches.

My dignity, a bad dream pretending to set things right.

In the bosom of a heavy load, how do the complacent go on?

Earth tumbles below and heaven cries from above.

I turn back toward home…sadness to be shared with love.

New Hampshire’s Veteran Cemetery

And, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?

….
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest.
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty.
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters.

“Damn the wars but bless the soldier.” – Moffitt