Born destined for schizophrenia
Nothing he could do to prevent it
Wondered why he had to have it
Why couldn’t he have been like others
Not stricken with a mental health curse
Why the hallucinations, the delusions
The disorganized thinking and the voices
Sometimes he felt like taking his life
But despite the terrible symptoms
And feeling like ending it all
He was stronger than that
The medicine and the talk therapy
Ferried him through the stormy seas
He managed a successful career
A counselor for the mentally ill
Married a wonderful wife
Had a great life
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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