Good days,
cherish them
while they last.
Eventually
they go bad.
Sometimes
worse than
you ever
imagined
how bad a
day could be.
A car crash.
A cancer.
Death of
a loved one –
a son, daughter
brother, sister
a husband or
a wife.
Eventually
the good days
come back,
but those days
never last
forever.
Eventually
they’re all
gone when
you die.
But maybe,
just maybe,
you get
good days
forever in
the afterlife.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
80, last Piscean month, 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, long ago from MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life, feeling fantastic and eternally youthful, always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional, some are not.
I write about Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, Historical events like The Burning Times, Fictional Characters I Create, and much more . I write a minimum of 3 poems daily.
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