When she reached ninety years of age,
she couldn’t believe how the years
went by so fast.
Highlights of her life had become
barely memories, as if they never
happened.
Many parts of her life she could no
longer remember. The decades had
erased them.
Now as death approaches, thinking
about what she remembers of her life,
she wonders what was the point of it all.
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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