Why at 80 am I still so afflicted with the constant compulsion
to be loved?
Though it’s infrequent now compared to it being incessant
in my youth.
And why oh why did God implant that chronic condition
in me
that tormented me so frequently in my unvintaged, youthful years?
Now that I’m older, I pay it no mind, at least most of the time.
And I wonder what will happen to that compulsion when I am dead.
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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