As a little snot-nosed kid at some point
I became aware of old people and
I thought they were like some other species
That came into the world that way
and had always been like that
And I knew instinctively I’d never be like them
When with age I saw everyone gets old
It didn’t seem like it would happen to me
I was young forever, old age not a reality
As if I had that fountain of youth in me
At age fifty, I started waking up to the reality
Of old age beginning to creep up on me
Now after many years I’ve made it there
And I kinda don’t care when some
Little snot-nosed kid who’s never been anywhere
Thinks I’m some old people species.
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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