Said though she loved him;
She couldn’t settle for him.
Oh how he loved her endlessly,
Would have laid down his life for her,
But he wasn’t good enough.
His 60k a year income wasn’t sufficient.
That paltry income could never buy her
All the stuff she craved and could have
With a few more zeros behind that 60k.
She hooked herself a high-prize catch
Hallelujah! She netted a filthy rich guy!
She got all the stuff she craved and more
With a filthy rich guy who cheated on her.
And she often thinks about that 60k guy,
Who loved her endlessly and
Would have laid down his life for her,
And the love she threw away.
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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