Seized with grief, he got into his car.
His wife of twenty years had left him.
His high school sweetheart, she
Said they’d be together forever.
Without her, he couldn’t go on.
He pressed the gas pedal to the floor.
The engine roared. The car lurched.
He raced over 100 miles an hour,
And he drove into a semi truck
And ended his grief and his 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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