She’d been adopted by a pharmacist
and blessed with exceptional looks
and an exceptional figure as well.
She got good grades in high school.
Her future seemed shiny and bright
until her senior year when she began
to spin into a whirlwind of darkness.
She fell in with the wrong people,
wild nights of sex, alcohol and drugs.
After high school her life got worse
hooked on drugs and degeneracy,
became extremely overweight,
her looks and perfect body gone,
as well as her once pristine morality.
I often wondered if her downfall
was a genetic predestination
from a mother who gave her up.
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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