I’ll never forget those summer nights
Parked in my car by the pond
Sweet kisses under the moonlight
Incomparable joys being with you
The fragrant smell of your perfume
The feeling of your arms around me
Your unforgettable tender kisses
If only it could have lasted forever
But when you went to Swarthmore
And I went to work in a tractor factory
You got fancier friends than country me
And vanished into a more refined world
While I stayed visible in that small town
Though it’s been fifty and five years
I still wonder what happened to you
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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