Many have prophesied the end
of the world.
Whether the would be soothsayers
were deluded or a liars,
The results have always been the same.
The sun still rises in the morning sky.
The moon still comes out at night.
The stars still grace the dark nights.
The world and other planets still spin.
So far, millions of years later,
the only predictable thing that keeps ending
is the lives of the false prophets
that keep predicting the end of the world.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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79, 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, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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