She said the sands of our time had ran out
She loved to speak endlessly in cliches
I said fine by me our love is like a dried up desert
She said you don’t know what you’ve got until you lose it
I said good by me lose our worn out relationship
She said all’s well that ends well
I said then end it and go
She said departure is such sweet sorrow
I said methinks it’s bittersweet
She said lets kiss and make up
I said love can find a way
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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