I hear the raging rain outside,
A hundred blows against the windows
Like ancient archers shooting arrows
Attempting to bridge my apartment fortress.
I, like a fearless knight inside, scoff at their puny blows;
I’ve taken far worse blows in my war torn life.
Cancer was a far mightier foe than paltry rain drops,
Who’s hundred blows nearly killed me
On the battlefield of this transient life.
So let the rain strike as much as it wants;
I’ve survived more serious things.
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. :-)
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