Bye Bye miss American pie......

The time is swiftly passing, 
Down to hours now we count.
We pack, and repack not knowing,
If it all will make it out.
So we just keep on going,
Still time to pack once more.
I bet you we left the one little thing,
I think it was on the floor.
We will just have to go out and buy one,
Your thing you just cannot do without,
Oh crap I forgot what it was.
     We had a very nice breakfast on Tuesday, with best friend Tom, and his brother Keith too. Then a little nap was awaiting
before we were off again, you see we had to buy another suitcase, the other new one wouldn't work, it just kept falling over,
so here we are a packing, don't know when it will end,but we will finish on Wednesday for there is no time left, so Mary we have done our best, we will just have to trust our thinking and say "Mahalo nui loa", That's good bye and thanks.
Good bye and good luck.
Phil 

Who would have thought it?o

Well, one more thing to deal with, now the tips of all of my fingers are beginning to lose the feeling, that adds to the lack of taste, smell, and the apparent jerking of my arms, and body. This on top of restricted driving, and a lack of dexterity in my hand makes it almost impossible to play the guitar, of course some people say that I couldnt play  much anyway.Good Night and Good Luck, Phil

Things that must be said

There was this young girl that went to the same high school as I did,
Whose face could  light up a room. Her smile could make the roses bloom,
her voice was that of an angel. She knew me not, but from afar I gazed, with a feeling I had never known.
She would say hello, and smile that smile, and go walking right on by, never knowing the heights she lifted me up, just seeing her could do. So long ago it seems that she affected me so, but all those years seem like a day, has it really been 60 years ago that this spark of mine has glowed, I just looked at her in a peaceful sleep so thankful that she is here. Now she means more to me than life itself, the years have not dulled the glow, I felt back then, for now she is my all. A nurse at times, a helper when she can, a critic too when asked to be, she is what ever she needs to be to put up with my whimsical ways. So before this feeling passes, I just want you all to know, just how much I love that girl, MARY is her name.
Good day and good luck,
Phil