Day: January 18, 2025

He accepts the inevitable,
that she is leaving him.
His heart trembles
but does not break.
He senses some tears
wanting to fall
from his eyes,
but he holds them back
and thinks to himself
it’s for the best.

Bob Boyd

I suspect for most people
dreams of everlasting love
dawn in them in their teens
as they did in me.

Despite those romantic dreams
I, like others, never realized
those dreams of everlasting love
in this unpredictable, changing world.

This makes me wonder if
everlasting love is illusionary
that even if you have it for
a lifetime it doesn’t last
forever when you die.

It makes me wonder if
in the afterlife romantic love
is neverafter.

Perhaps replaced with
an unconditional love
for everyone.

Or maybe if dead is dead
and your you is obliterated
the dreams of everlasting
romantic love are dead forever
returning never.

Personally, I’d prefer if
romantic love was
everlasting in the afterlife
for even those who never
found it in this temporary life.

Bob Boyd

Who would have thought
the once highly respected
daily TV MSM news
would have become full of lies.
What happened to journalist integrity?
Why is there no journalistic oversight
to protect the public from all the lies?
Where is the objectivity instead of
the neverending left wing bias?
Day after day force feeding
their unhealthy junk food news
to many unsuspecting gullible
people addicted to their TVs
and believing the blatant lies,
eating up and blindly ingesting all
they see on the fake news on TV.
A sweet deal for the Left
an injustice for the Right
and a blight upon the once
highly respected TV MSM News.

Bob Boyd

To my surprise
the days don’t
pass slower
now that I’m
retired and
not working
anymore.

I thought the
days would
slow down
when I wasn’t
as busy as
when I worked.

But the days
pass by
just as fast,
and I suspect
they’ll pass
faster and
faster and
hasten me
sooner to
my expiration
death date,
which I think
will happen
in less than
six short years
despite feeling
healthy and
well now.

Bob Boyd

Good days,
cherish them
while they last.

Eventually
they go bad.
Sometimes
worse than
you ever
imagined
how bad a
day could be.

A car crash.
A cancer.
Death of
a loved one –
a son, daughter
brother, sister
a husband or
a wife.

Eventually
the good days
come back,
but those days
never last
forever.
Eventually
they’re all
gone when
you die.

But maybe,
just maybe,
you get
good days
forever in
the afterlife.

Bob Boyd