I’m reading a poetry book beginning at the
end of it. but, trust me, I’m not a half wit.
What! You say that sounds odd. I have to agree,
trying to be an objective critic of me.
But hear me out and you might see the method
in my oddness is far from insanity.
I began by reading the book from the start,
but felt the poems had no heart.
So to in an attempt to put my dislike in the past,
I thought maybe the best were saved for last.
Now maybe that was crazy and my thinking was
hazy.
But like a crescendo, and I write this with no
innuendo, the poems at the ending were
better, more heartrending and mind bending.
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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