Day: December 5, 2024

We had some good times together.
Pity we didn’t have more of them.
Pity nothing ever lasts.
Maybe the good times last
in the afterlife beyond this life.
Maybe we’ll meet again there,
and the good times we had
will last forever and ever.

Bob Boyd

The old man lives a lonely life.
Sometimes he misses the company of a woman.
Sometimes he feels he’s better off without one
and he thinks about how he could die on her
or she could die on him at their old ages
or how she could be disappointing
or could leave him and break his heart.

He often wishes the need for female companionship
wasn’t encoded so deeply and lastingly in his DNA.
He thought at 80 years of age that need would be erased
but it persists like a never ending torment
to his deepening need and his ever aging lonely mind.

Bob Boyd

It’s December and the trees have lost most of their leaves.
The ground is covered with them like a blanket.
The man with the inquiring mind wonders if the leaves
or the trees or the ground are aware of what has happened.
He wonders if they are oblivious about the perennial event
or if it’s like a celebration of the changing seasons to them.

Bob Boyd

Brandon got shot down again,
four women so far this year.
He knows if he were rich
the tables would be turned.
But he works as a janitor
instead of as a CEO
and his options are far less
than if he were rich.
He plays the lottery every
week in hopes of becoming
more superficially attractive
to superficial gold digging
inwardly unattractive women.

Bob Boyd