the day began with the sun beaming
the birds singing cheerfully
the bees buzzing happily
everything was optimistic
life seemed fairy tale wonderful
as if life were a happy ending evermore
in the sprawling lawn-trimmed suburbs
of the party town metropolis
but beneath the superficial
beneath the sunny day
beneath the fun and serenity
in the seeming shangri la
homicides were happening
drug addicts were dying
women were being raped
business were being robbed
fights were breaking out in bars
the bright happiness of that day
was a day of horror for some
chaos for others
and a day of misery
for more than a few
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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