COVID didn’t kill me
Cancer didn’t either
Death’s nice tries
Of course I’m not
Bulletproof to the
Inevitable in this
Time running out
Temporary life
I just got lucky
Twice
Death still his its
Eyes on me and
Knows I can’t
Get lucky forever
As my body loses
Its resistance to It
And the gears in
My mind might
Eventually start
Slipping and maybe
I’ll die a torturous
Protracted death
But when death
Closes my eyes
And I’m dead
I go to my real
Home and I win
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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