listening to an old song by paul anka
i’m really feeling the part where he sings
about the warmth of a woman’s hand in his
i’m remember the long forgotten
feeling of holding hands with a woman
and the first time i held hands with
a girlfriend when i was a teenager
it was like an instinctive thing
and oh god how wonderful it felt
and oh how i would have liked
that feeling to last forever
like i felt in that moment
that my teenage love would
ah me, the memories of an old man
who once felt like he’d be young forever
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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