The Insignificance of Humans

Sometimes I wonder if humans are no more significant
then the insects beneath our feet.

Consider that no matter how important a human is
or thinks he or she is

when enough time passes, the human won’t even
be a memory.

And look how many humans die everyday by some
catastrophe showing how expendable we are.

Consider, too, all the evil in the world and how
humans haven’t progressed beyond wars.

Are we really as relevant as religions claim or as
important as some humans think they are?

Sure we’re more intelligent, more advanced, but
in the larger cosmic scheme of things

with time we become as forgettable, as insignificant
as the insects beneath our feet.

And humans might destroy themselves with their propensity for
creating more bombs with the power to destroy more humans.

Bob Boyd

Harold and Frank

Harold wanted to live to be 100
A vegetarian and a nonsmoker
No alcohol, no drugs
He worked out daily
Ran some marathons
In his sixties benched 300 pounds
Ran a triathlon with ease
great physique, low body fat
A specimen of perfect health
Unlike Frank who smoked
Never exercised, not even a walk
Ate high fat meats
Never vegetables
and lots of sweets
Occasionally drank too much
Neglected physique, high body fat
A specimen of bad health habits
At age 67, Harold died of a heart attack
Frank died in his sleep at age 95.

Bob Boyd

Ever Bright

To most I’m an old mortal man
Just a wrinkled body and face
With nary a trace of my inner life
But I’m ever radiant in the Ever Bright
My soul soars with incomparable delight
I’m often there above the troubled world
Peace and bliss beyond a million words
Soon I’ll be there permanently
Ecstasies upon ecstasies in the Ever Bright
Nothing in this drab, transient world
Could ever compare, Ever Bright.

Bob Boyd