The longer you live the more people
You see passing through this transient life
But at least it’s always other people and not you
Even when someone close to you passes through
It’s like a close call but it’s still not lucky you
Until you grow older and after a scare or two
You can no longer think it only happens to other people
And the dramatic, sobering realization dawns that
You are going to be one of those other people too
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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