Never Had a Love of My Life

Twice I thought I’d found the love of my life.
Number one when I was a troubled teenager
(but with a heart that was true and a
gentleman to women)
who lived in New Jersey and I lived in Mass.

After about a year, she cheated on me with
a college guy, broke my heart, and ended
my feelings, my love, for her forever.

Number two was a social worker when I was past
middle age and felt our true love was forever.

It lasted six years until she was diagnosed
with a host of health problems, and like a
martyr decided she didn’t want to be a burden
on me despite my wanting to care for her and
love her no matter the medicals, no matter what.

Now I wish and hope, probably foolishly, that
number three and the real one will be
the love of my life in my afterlife.

I don’t see or seek any move loves of a lifetime
in my waning earthly life, even if I live to be 100.

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. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd