aging keeps trying to take him down
almost like the death of a thousand cuts
different maladies keep accosting him
his ticker works less and less efficiently
his sleep is increasingly disturbed
the quality of his life is diminishing
he cannot walk without a walker
his mind is becoming more fuzzy
his voice is becoming weaker
he fears a nursing home is his future
he knows he can’t be institutionalized
he’d rather die than end like that
he prays for death to rescue him
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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