Her existence seemed pointless.
Her life had been disappointing.
She never achieved her dreams.
Her love life had been a disaster.
None of her relationships worked out.
Her mind was in tatters.
She felt like ending her existence.
Until a hungry, stray cat
clawed at her door begging for food.
She took the cat in,
fed it and cared for it.
And she felt the cat
was like the start of a new life.
Inspired by how much
she liked having saved the cat,
She got a job at an animal shelter
and loved working as a caregiver for animals.
And found fulfillment in her work
and in her life.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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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.
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