he felt sorry for her having
had cancer three times
he also admired her
she was a warrior
she was sweet and
so nice to talk to
she wasn’t born a looker
but looked good enough
he suggested they
correspond by email
she smiled and wrote
down his email
he was so much older
than her
so he didn’t expect
anything romantic
she never emailed him
he wasn’t disappointed
he was old enough to
be her grandfather
he understood she
was probably not good with it
and changed her mind
about emailing him
and he knew with hindsight
he was better off without it
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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. I like and abide by the saying life's too short to be taken too seriously.
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