Your time is running out
but you don’t want to
think about your upcoming
one way ticket departure
from this tenuous world
sometimes you feel like
you are here forever
except when you wake up
for brief moments and
ponder your impermanence
I don’t blame you one bit
I’ve been the same way
for much of my life
who wants to think of dying
who wants to go to the grave
who wants to think of such
dreadful, depressing things
when you would like to
live forever and die never
especially if everything is
going great in your life
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more. I like and abide by the saying life's too short to be taken too seriously.
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