Jeff Flynn (1950-1995)

I was a good man in my day.
Born in Burlington, Massachusetts
Followed the golden rule to the letter
Tried to live right, respected everyone
Married my high school love, Marjorie
Worked in a lumber factory six days a week
Went to church every single Sunday
Helped with the collections, sang in the choir

Then an accident at work almost killed me
Went to the hospital, lost both legs
Became a depressed and broken man
Barely making enough money to live on
Why did God let this happen to me
I was a devout churchgoer who served Him

Marjorie found a whole and new man
She said sorry I can’t take it anymore
Broke my heart in a million pieces
Never got over losing her forever
I could have tried to be like those
Inspirational disabled guys
Smiling on TV news shows

Maybe once I could have been like them
But that was no longer legless me
Gave up on God and my lousy life
On a Sunday church morning In 1995
When I shot myself to death

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. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd