Old people don’t climb trees
They can barely walk up steps
And it’s hard just to bend over
Or maintain their shaky balance
Instead they climb the years
Toward a higher destination
Beyond the aches and pains
Of their dwindling endtime lives
And for them just falling down
In a bathroom or on a floor
Is as deadly or more deadly
Than falling out of a tree
Besides they climbed many
Trees in their childhood years
When falls didn’t seem deadly
And climbing them was fun
Now they have to take it easy
Falls have become deadly
So they no longer climb trees
But hope to climb to heaven
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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