Outside my apartment window, I see
legions of pink petals flying off a
Dogwood tree
gliding merrily on the wind, feeling
a jubilation, a liberation, an ecstasy
of being free, released from
the Dogwood tree.
I wonder if they know their lives
will soon be over, yet believe
the last glorious victorious
days and nights
were more than worth it.
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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