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Walking a

path

watching

for snakes

seeking a

path

that speaks

to my soul~

Day in

Day out

free falling

into

despair

unsatisfied

who cares~

Life is

short

do you

dare…

Seek

Speak

free falling

do you take

the road

not taken…

free

falling~

The sun

rose today

a gift

I awoke

this day

a gift

I watched

the sunrise

a gift

I listened

to the

bluebirds

sing

a gift

I am

surrounded

by love

from the

two legged

and four

a gift

I hold

joy, love

and peace

in my

heart

a gift

another day

to read

to write

to walk

to laugh

I am

thankful

for

the greatest

gift…

The wheel

is turning

the clock

is ticking

the light

is changing

The dark

side of

the moon~

temperatures

dropping

animals

preparing

leaves falling

A time

to slow

a time

to stew

a time

to reflect

and rest

Welcome

sweet

Autumn…

Another year

around the sun

another year

to live

and love

another year

to learn

and grow

another year

to laugh

and heal

another year

some tears

may fall

another year

of standing

tall.

May I live

to see

another year

and never

forget that

another year

is the

greatest gift

of all…

I look

to the

past

and

dream

about

the

future.

I see

myself

living

my

dream

as

I live

in a

nightmare.

WHEN!

I cry…

when

will

the

pages

turn

when

can

I live

my dream…

Days roll by

blurring

Dinners roll by

blurring

Donuts roll by

blurring

Time

blurs

Eyes

blur

Memories

blurred

Edges

are

blurred.

perhaps,

that’s

a good

thing.

to live

a focused

life

We must

embrace

the

blurs…

I had a dream

once…

it faded away.

I have new dreams

now…

but they live

in the clouds.

I watch them

float by

gliding

shifting

always

changing

moving

flowing

gathering

disappearing

and so

it goes

the ebb

and flow

of the

dreaming

clouds…

always and forever

Queen of flowers…

A good man

passed today.

You may not

know him

but

you know men

like him.

Strong and steady

Kind and warm

hearted

Quiet unless he

was happy or

angry.

A gentleman

in every sense

of the word.

He had his

struggles

He fought his

demons

He was a

Rock,

He lived his

name,

Peter.

Goodbye Uncle Pete

You are loved,

You will be missed…

Peter Anthony Bertolo

12/30/53-8/10/24

Clouds rolling

by

storms coming

in

the harmony

of the

drops

rhythm

of life

may the

rain

wash away

the pain…

clouds

crowding my

minds eye

rolling by

will your

tears clean

the heavy

air

or drown

the

sorrows of

the lonely…