Sitting now comfortable
TV on no sound
Reading a magazine
He knew he'd forget what he
Read 10 minutes from now
He read on anyway--
A voice out side the room
"Good-night, Dave"--
He countered, "Night-Night".
The soft soothing whirr of the
Ceiling fan comforted him.
The phone call to mother--
Seems like her mind is fading.
His sister, working on getting
husband #3, too busy to return
his daily calls.
Thinking of old friends, old
Events, and old wounds.
Gradually they heal or are
Forgotten.
He knew where his son was,
What his son was doing,
But, didn't know how to
Contact him.
The thought of speaking
to his ex nauseated him.
So many adventures
So many mistakes
A few victories
Alot of failure
A few drops of joy
And an ocean of grief.
He nodded off
In his his chair.
Dreaming of Things
Passed.