For ten years he was like
A wilted rose in a forlorn field
Devoid of a woman’s love
Dejected and unappreciated
His heart struggled on
His love locked away
Inside of him until
The wilted rose was
Watered with the love
Of a woman who saw
The wonders inside of him
And turned the key that
Unlocked his waiting love
And sunshine flourished
In that once forlorn field
And wilted rose reborn
Became the most
Beautiful rose the
World has ever seen
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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