Yellow Guppies

Yellow guppies dying in my fish tank
Guppies often die young for many reasons
But this poem isn’t about that guppy fate
I’m putting myself in a guppies predicament
Imagine living just to die young in a fish tank
Imagine probably having no sense of self
And your only purpose to propagate
But thinking deeper are we not like that too
Here possibly only to propagate
Despite our sense of self and grand dreams
And whatever plans that all evaporate in
Death’s undoing, time erasing, all that we did
Unless some fame falls into out lives
And lingers for awhile but time erases fame too
In hundreds, definitely in thousands of years
Except for the propagation where our offspring live on
and on and on generation to generations
Many propagating just like guppies

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd