Remember when I saved your life when
You fell of that boat and could not swim,
And the current began pulling you down?
Remember when I brought you that
Carnation for our senior prom and
You said we’d be together forever?
Remember how when you went to
That fancy college and felt you
Were becoming too good for me?
Remember how I said you were
Becoming too stuck up for me
And I never called you again?
I remember all those times
And often think of how things
Might have been.
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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