Day: July 2, 2024

Those macho tough guy actors
That kicked ass on the movie screens
When I was a young fan back then
Are now dead or old and feeble
Their virility, their hard physiques
Now merely weakened memories
Tough guys asses kicked by aging

Bob Boyd

How I miss those days when you’d come to see me
At the end of your work days doing your social work.
How I miss your incomparable, compassionate heart
And all those wonderful nights we spent together
Until that day you went to a doctor’s appointment,
And came to see me crying but wouldn’t tell me why
Except that many things were wrong with your body,
And in a week you were scheduled for an operation.
You never told me what those terrible things were;
I never tried to force you to tell me what had happened.
I remember how you kept telling me I was so full of life,
And I could see where our bleak future was going.
Then what I had seen arrived so heartbreakingly
The day you decided to be a martyr and leave me.
Oh how that pained my heart and how I wanted
To help you through whatever happened to you.
Despite the cards and flowers on your doorstep
You never relented and I thought you were dying.
But I learned years later you somehow still lived,
And that was sufficient consolation for me
And the years of worries I had had for you.

Bob Boyd

Born destined for schizophrenia
Nothing he could do to prevent it
Wondered why he had to have it
Why couldn’t he have been like others
Not stricken with a mental health curse
Why the hallucinations, the delusions
The disorganized thinking and the voices
Sometimes he felt like taking his life
But despite the terrible symptoms
And feeling like ending it all
He was stronger than that
The medicine and the talk therapy
Ferried him through the stormy seas
He managed a successful career
A counselor for the mentally ill
Married a wonderful wife
Had a great life

Bob Boyd