I want to sleep with the living,
To tell them it's alright.
It's scary – death,
But I make for good company.

When I sleep, you are safe.
So you should hold me close.
Rest easy as you pray
That morning stays away|

This time I shouldn't wake
And the night will be so long
Vampires in every sense
Begging just to be|

Alive
Living
In fear
           Is all that's left
             DEAR

I miss the chestnuts of my youth.
That childs innocence and truth.
I miss those walks down through the fields
And harvesting the fruit it yields.
The smell of cow manure, indeed!
That farm that met my every need.
I miss the days I had no care.
In my dreams I am still there.
Yes!
In my dreams I am still there.

JMA
7/1/10

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I looked into the mirror .
Saw that I was fifty five.
I pondered for a moment
That I was still alive.
My face is still the same one,
Though lines surround my eyes.
Again I glanced back at myself
Taken with surprize.....
The curves still curved
In places that they should,
My derrier was hanging there
Looking pretty good.
I smiled to myself, to think
I've really been quite blessed
Time was kind, I still look fine
Especially when I'm dressed.

JMA c 7/15/08