Rasboras, Rasboras
What liberated you?
For months all of you
Hid under the big sponge filter
Peeping out at the greater world
Of your ten gallon aquarium
I never saw you come out to eat
How did you survive?
Did fish flakes missed by the
Braver fish get delivered to you
In your sponge filter hideaway
Via the suction power?
Was your reticence because of
My Godzilla size compared to you?
Whatever the reason you broke the
Chains of your isolation,
Rasboras, Rasboras
it’s good to see you.
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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