When a young man, I never would have wanted
to know when I was going to die.
The fear of dying and knowing when was just too
much for me.
Now as an older man, knowing my dying date
would not be a problem to me.
Perhaps it’s because of my age, or maybe I had
an enlightening moment that erased my dread
of death and knowing when I was going to die.
But I think having lived a long enough life, I’m
okay with dying now and I’d be okay with
knowing when.
And I’d probably binge on desserts and all the
forbidden food claimed to be bad for you in the
days and weeks before I died.
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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