She wanted the better life, and she had the looks
She moved to New York City where the action was
Her stunning looks landed her model jobs at just 18
She strutted down runways in London, Paris and Milan
But she jumped off a tall building to her death a year later
Tired of the drugs, the starving to stay skinny, the travel
And the men that used her and sucked the life out of her 18 years
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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