You’re young
You’re ripe with life
You’re gonna life forever
Young, fun, and so alive
You see old people
Shuffling by
You know you’ll
Never share their
Antiquated fates
You know your
Moment is
Forever
Except for
Rare times when
Truth grabs you
By the neck and
Strangles some
Sense into you
But you ignore
The suffocation of
Knowing one day
You’ll be shuffling 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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