After his wife died
and their love was over,
he wondered if love was
just for procreation and
nothing more.
He wondered if all
his years of committed love
had meant nothing
in the greater scheme of life.
That the purpose of his love
was merely producing children
to populate the planet
with more humans
for unknown and maybe
pointless purposes
if humans nuked themselves
out of existence.
He sighed and got drunk
for the first time in his life
and wondered if
he’d ever love again
in this life or the next
if there was a next.
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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