Mary had nothing, grew up poor,
Found work where she could,
Mostly in low paying jobs.
Unlike her wealthier peers
Going on binges in colleges,
Mary never got drunk or drank
Anything but milk and colas.
Found a good man, a janitor.
Didn’t live the envied high life.
Never cared for all that.
Lived on a family income
Barely above the poverty line.
Found love and happiness
Many of her rich peers
With sky high incomes
Never had despite having
The fake finer things in life.
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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