A Dull Book Cover

Where did the years go, he wonders?
Seems he was twenty one yesterday.
Now at ninety one, death closing in,
He’s just an empty shell to those
Who know nothing about his life.
Another nondescript old man
Hobbling about on a cane. He’s
Like the dull cover of a book with
no pages within. Age has rendered
Him nearly invisible or a nuisance
To some, sucking money out of the
System with his Social Security.
Hanging on pointlessly to life
When he should just be dead.
But within that dull book cover
There are amazing stories and
A rich personal history of a life,
That none could imagine. And
Many won’t take the time to
Hear his amazing stories.

I remember when old age was
Associated with wisdom and
Elderly people were esteemed,
Respected and held in high regard.
More’s the pity times have
Changed.

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