Month: December 2024

I’ve read some people claim we choose the lives we are born into.
I find that claim hard to believe. I find it fictitious.
For example, who would choose to come into this life as an aborted baby
or a person born deaf and blind or with a terminal cancer?
I could see people or souls choosing to come into this life
with tons of advantages and with the silver spoons of wealth
or with illness-free charmed lives and with beautiful faces,
beautiful bodies and genius IQs.
But who would choose to come into this life as a child destined
to be sold or kidnapped into prostitution?
I know a bit about the soul choosing lives theory.
Supposedly we choose good or bad lives to better our spiritual growth,
but I just don’t believe we have that pre-birth option.
And if you choose to one up me and say I just don’t get it,
I respectfully think you don’t get it either. Realistically, how could
you or I really know what happens before we are born?
You’re “belief” could be right as could mine.
Whatever the truth is, I hope you and I have
better lives if we have to come back here again.

Bob Boyd

She said we’ll just have to agree to disagree.
She said that so many times I wondered
if we ever were going to agree on anything.
The only thing she didn’t say that about
was when I said we were incompatible.
Then she said we can agree to agree.
After six months with her and her
agreeing to disagreeing I have come
to hate the words agree and disagree.
And if you think I’m being foolish,
we’ll have to agree to disagree.

Bob Boyd

In an instant
your world
can change

In an instant
your world
can end

In an instant
the entire
world
could end

In an instant
the nukes
could
strike

In an instant
a bad
decision
could change
the course
of a life
for the worst

Bob Boyd

he wakes up
hearing
birds singing
merrily
the sun is up
and shining
like never
before
the flowers
are blossoming
more beautifully
than he ever
noticed
butterflies are
flitting playfully
above gorgeous
purple flowers
it’s one of
the greatest
days of
his life
because
yesterday
he was
healed of
cancer

bob boyd

the water recedes
the tide is out
the tide of his life
has receded
it’s not coming
back in
he closes
his weary eyes
for the last time
and his life
is done

bob boyd

She shuffles down the street on a walker.
Her looks have become nondescript.
Aches and pains and medical conditions
assail her worn out aging body daily.
She pines for the past when she was
young and so incredibly beautiful.

Bob Boyd