He dreamed he was in an old soda fountain
back in the good old day’s fifties
drinking a vanilla cola.
Girls wearing bobby socks sat on stools near him
talking about fifties music.
And the temperature of the times was
so much cooler than today. And the weather
was so much sunnier.
The dream was so good he wanted to
stay there forever.
He would have if he had met a girl named Peggy Sue,
but he woke up disappointed instead.
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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