I kept getting kicked out of high school.
I was a rebellious, troubled kid.
The days I was kicked out I’d go to the pool hall
and play pool kind of as pre-punishment therapy,
dreading going home and because I knew
I was going to get a beating from my father.
I’d take the beating and his overblown rage
and hate him after he went off on me,
but I’d act up again in high school
unbeaten by the beatings.
that just made me badder and
chronically rebellious,
and I hated authority all the more
but I enjoyed the free time to play pool.
and I still hate authority, but not as much
and I no longer play pool,
and I wish I’d never gotten kicked out
of school and been a better kid.
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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