At some point when you get old
You’re just waiting around to die
Time speeds up to accommodate you
Days and nights grow shorter
And you’re body is telling you too:
Get the hell out of here
Life has no more use for you
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride exercise bike 60 minutes daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. Pisces, which may be why I have fish for pets, read and listened to many NDEs, Shared Death Visions, and Death Bed Visions, see death as the awakening of a lifetime and the ultimate relocation.
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