the life of the party
in his unbridled youth
always loads of friends
happy days and happy nights
good times and good friends
now an old man
he’s a stranger in his life
the friends
the good times
are all gone
the party’s over
his friends moved on
most of them died
even his wife of 70 years
he’s all alone
and just living
to die
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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