A brilliant professor in his day,
when old he became like a zombie.
He shuffled instead of walked.
How could his life have come to that,
a sad portrait of aging diminishing
of a man renown for his accomplishments
and his outgoing, charming personality?
Aging has no respect for position.
Aging has no respect for wealth.
It takes us all down in the end.
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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