I hated spinach; she loved it.
She wanted to eat it every night.
I never wanted to see it on the table.
She was unwilling to compromise,
And I was just as stubborn.
What began as a difference in taste
Ended in arguments every night.
Eventually she said she was leaving,
And I told her to make sure she took
Her awful tasting spinach with her.
Now I hate spinach more than ever.
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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