The sun beaming down
Birds singing merrily
Squirrels scurrying up trees
Trees rustling in the summer wind
Flowers basking in sun rays
Insects meandering through the grass
Mrs. Adams tending to her bird feeder
Thinking about the undetectable poison
She has concocted in her kitchen
And spooned into a chocolate milkshake
Her husband’s favorite
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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