What now, and a follow up poem.

I’m retired two years now, playing golf, gardening.

I write, paint when I want, and wonder.

Tomorrow is my wife’s birthday; I am without passion.

Does kissing and lovemaking become replaceable?

Things aren’t the same (pretending it doesn’t matter).

What now? What now, love?

May 6^th, 2003

As it turns out, passion and love are not the same and it takes me a little longer to learn some basics. I wrote the following on our anniversary:

Judy, my Wife of fourteen years today

woman of Geneva, mother of three

who did the whole load on her own

and grew up three beautiful, strong, independent types,

“How am I supposed to say anything to you

that could remotely say how grateful I am just to even know you,

much less have the good fortune of your love.

All’s I know is that I can get to heaven now

and that when I do God will have to let me in,

because he knows I’m with you.

I love you Judy.

December 31^st, 2003