Flotsam on the sea of life,
No matter how important
People think they are.
Eventually in the end
Memories of their lives
No more significant than
Driftwood forgotten and
forever gone, swallowed
In the high seas of history.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride exercise bike 60 minutes daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. Pisces, which may be why I have fish for pets, read and listened to many NDEs, Shared Death Visions, and Death Bed Visions, see death as the awakening of a lifetime and the ultimate relocation.
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