Milly told me she had
butterflies for pets.
Surprised, I wondered
where she kept them.
When I got to apartment
and she opened the door
her apartment was full
of hundreds of butterflies.
Sure it looked cool, but
it was all too much for me.
I left her with some of
her butterflies flying
behind me.
Cool to see, but way
too much for me.
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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