She wasn’t born into the money and the advantages it offered.
Acquiring material things meant little to her.
She didn’t need expensive clothes and an exorbitant lifestyle.
With those things she wasn’t consumed.
She enjoyed simple things and simple pleasures.
She wasn’t obsessed with always seeking more money and possessions.
She disdained the extravagant life. She lived for her art and for love.
And though she never made much money with her art and died
an unknown artist, she had a better richer life than those
who were trapped on the treadmill of striving for money and material things.
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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