His poetry was sometimes too gritty.
Some women said he was a sexist,
called women whores and used them,
but he made up for it in moments of
compassion and caring for women
and a cat with a broken back.
Perhaps he was like most of us
with positives and negatives in
our personal makeup, in our
hidden imperfect selves,
except he was more forthright
and reckless by acting on them.
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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