Day: September 15, 2024

They knew it was the real thing,
That summer’s night they met.
They had a wonderful romance,
Got married in a Baptist church.
Had a glorious honeymoon,
Sailed the sea on a cruise ship.
Spent five years together
Until all the glitter wore off.
Got bored with each other –
Began to hate each other –
And got divorced.
Why does love often
Have to be like that?

Bob Boyd

The House of the Rising Sun was blaring out of radios
The night I got out of my mind drunk at the beach
And dove into dangerous shark interested waters.
My beer muscles maxed up more than my sense.
And I felt invincible, even to man eating sharks.
A killer shark almost got me, suffered a single bite,
Before a friend pulled me out of danger and I got away.
But my friend lost his life to that blood-crazed shark
Because of drunk and stupid me on that deadly night.
Now I go to the ocean where my friend lost his life.
I say a thousand I’m sorrys to him in the depths.
I wipe hundreds of tears from my reddened eyes,
But I can’t wipe away the if onlys and the endless guilt.

Bob Boyd

He digs ditches for the Harbrow Construction Company.
In a union he makes a decent wage, is content with his life.
His wife cleans rooms at a local Hilton Hotel, is content too,
A regular couple, simple living, free of rich peoples’ excesses.
They don’t care about the trimmings of the wealthier life,
Fancy cars, yachts, mansion-like homes, country clubs and such.
They have each other, and their love is more than enough.

Bob Boyd