Thinking, Always Thinking

Pleasant thoughts of my past life.

Fortunate to have shared them with my wife. If I had a wish, it would be to have Betty alongside of me, but I know that cannot be.

We get but one “go around.” From our birth, we build memories.

I feel that my “candle of life” is “flickering.” Like the melted wax on the candle bottom, puddling remnants of its use ready to go out.

It has done its job. Things are as they should be.

Pictures of Betty are before me. She’s always in my thoughts, “lighting up” my memories.

“Morrie, do you have a wish,” I am often asked.

“Yes, I do,” is my reply. 

I can best express it in a song I wrote for Betty called “Betsy Doll.”

Readers, forgive me, it may be repetition.

Betsy Doll, wherever you are, on this earth or on a star, that’s where I want to be.

We met by chance, at a wedding dance, it was the start, of our romance.

Then one day, you changed my life, “my girl” became my wife….

What “mars” my existence is not having Betty beside me, but I’m not complaining.

Again, I wish to say, I am one lucky “dude.”

May you, my readers, be as lucky as I am.

Good wishes, good luck.


(June 5, 2021)

Author: Morrie Markoff

Centenarian (born in 1914) who lives in Los Angeles, and is also a metal sculpture artist and the Author of "Keep Breathing," available on and other book seller sites.