As a wayward teenager,
I wanted to be a rockstar
for less than artistic reasons.
the girls were more important
than the rock and roll music.
However, I sucked at singing
and lacked the patience,
and probably the talent,
to learn to play a guitar
or even a set of drums,
but I was hell on wheels
at playing an air guitar.
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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