She felt she was more important
that the rest of us.
She always paraded around in
fancy clothes.
She never spoke to us,
like a first class snob.
I wondered what nonsense made
her so self-obsessed.
I wonder what nonsense makes
people act like her.
Imagine going through life thinking
you’re better than others.
Imagine how limited a life
that would be.
And I wonder if she ever got married
and woe to her husband if she did.
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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