Lucky Rebecca

Bad things only happen to other people.
That’s what Rebecca thought that night
She drank too much at that bar in Idaho.
Her friends and her all got crazy drunk
And stumbled to their cars while Rebecca
Stayed at the bar and drank some more
Until the bar was ready to close down
And everyone had to leave the bar.
Rebecca lived three blocks from the bar.
As she struggled to make her way home
Too intoxicated to walk a straight line,
A man in a black car offered her a ride.
The man looked safe, Rebecca got in.
Just as the serial killer was about to
Restrain her, a drunk driver driving
Over a 100 miles an hour slammed
Into his car killing him and knocking out
Rebecca who woke up in a hospital,
Unaware she was better off there than dead.

Bob Boyd

BobBoyd

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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