Year Five

Year five

Living life with no tomorrow
Praying for things sublime.
Nothing Stops the Relentless March of old father time.
Coming up on the anniversary
Of pains, tears and sorrow.
I've grown weary of the struggle
That arduous endless climb.

Little has changed emotionally
But physical has taken a dive.
Aging has its consequences
And the mortal coil subsides.
Joints muscles body functions
depreciates continuously. Speed strength and memory
And loss of senses coincide.

I deeply miss my sweet love
More than I can ever bear.
Endless times I sit for hours
Dreaming of her in prayer.
With my Cathy in a rowboat
A lake with lily pads and doves.
The mossy limbs kiss the water
Like strands of silvery hair.

Awake thus dreams dissipates
Find alone in an empty room.
Four gray walls surrounds me
In silent darkness like a tomb.
Pray to God I can be with her
I wait in baited anticipate.
Having no other alternatives
Strung like threads on a loom.

Every strand has a sorrow
Every yarn a stream of tears.
Weaving the fabric of my life
With what remaining years.
I pray that God is listening
And what I hope will follow. Close my eyes the last time
I will see Cathy.... My Dear