On the First Saturday in August 2016

Jalál (Glory), 7 Kamál (Perfection), 173 BE - Saturday, August 6, 2016 AD about 11:38 AM Pacific Daylight Time 

On the first Saturday in August 2016, 

I fight the tears that want to fall, 

I look into the encompassing darkness 

As it sneaks into my soul and mind 

Like clouds hiding the morning sunshine. 

On the first Saturday in August 2016, 

I want to weep away the disappointment 

My 69 year-old mind feels 

About a body that is no longer young and healthy 

Enough to attract another man into my life. 

On the first Saturday in  August 2016, 

I weep because no one wants to be around me, 

No one wants to know someone who is no longer 

Strong and healthy. 

On the first Saturday in August 2016, 

I write my fears in a poem 

Knowing that I am exaggerating 

The situation.