Those crazy days and nights with you
He’s so glad they’re over
You seemed sane and caring
In the romantic beginning
Before he got snared into your
Twisted, insane dramas
He endured years of your torments
That sucked the life out of him
Until your departure for another
Freed him from your toxicity
His rehab from your debilitating ways
A sane and caring new love
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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