It amazes me how the world keeps spinning
and never misses a beat,
how flawlessly it works without anyone knowing
it’s spinning day and night,
as if it had automatically greased gears
that it spins upon anonymously.
It amazes me more that people and life
go on oblivious to the spinning,
as if the world was never spinning and
always stationary in the same place.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen
if the world got tired and stopped spinning
and if that would ever be a real
and disastrous possibility.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
80, last Piscean month, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, long ago from MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life, feeling fantastic and eternally youthful, always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional, some are not.
I write about Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, Historical events like The Burning Times, Fictional Characters I Create, and much more . I write a minimum of 3 poems daily.
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