Her once incomparably gorgeous looks have faded
so much she looks like just another elderly woman.
Her once beautiful blonde hair has turned an aged gray
and isn’t as abundant and radiant.
Her once smooth velvety skin is now old, wrinkled,
and dotted with age spots.
Her once perfectly trim figure is no longer trim,
laden with a little age-related body fat.
But he loves her even more than when she was
young and perfect.
And he’s no longer young either, and no longer
handsome and perfect.
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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