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