Through many loves
and some marriages
lasting love eluded him,
like a bird fleeing a feline,
like a felon fleeing a fed.
Just when it seemed he’d
found true and lasting love,
like a mirage sooner or
later it had vanished.
Steadfastly he tried again
and again and again
but like a will-o’-the-wisp
it faded away and vanished
in the sobering day of
yet another forlorn love.
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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