Crossed His Fingers and Prayed
The day his wife died after 50 years of marriage
he wondered what was the point of romantic love
if it eventually ends in such a drastic fashion.
He thought about his son who never found true love
despite having been with ten women in relationships
that never worked out.
He wondered why for some true love never lasts
and why some never find it.
He went to bed, crossed his fingers and prayed
that he’d be with his wife again when he died.
A year later he married a new wife.
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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