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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
I read a poem about a woman
walking in beauty.
I saw a woman
born in beauty.
Actually I’ve seen many women
walking and born in beauty.
Actually I wish all women
could walk and be born in beauty
Actually I wish everyone could
be beautiful in all ways
from birth to death.
To me, that would be fairer
than the current status quo
of the few that walk in beauty
and are born that way.
Bob Boyd
My world is spinning faster and faster.
My days and nights are getting shorter.
I’m getting older and older far too fast.
I’ve finally really seen my life won’t last
after years and years of repeated denials
and feeling like I’d live forever and ever.
But now I’ve acclimated to my expiration,
and I just don’t care about it anymore.
Bob Boyd
Hail to people who deal in blood and guts,
that mend and heal us and save our lives,
doctors, nurses, doctors assistants, and such.
It takes amazing people with strong stomachs
to serve humanity with this kind of work,
like angels on earth with a greater mission
than most people have in their occupations.
Hail to people who deal in blood and guts.
I don’t know how they do it, I could not.
These are special people par excellence.
God bless them all for what they do.
Bob Boyd
Programmed to be your perfect mate, everything in common
with you.
Possessing the sweetest, most melodious voice
you ever heard.
Unwavering love and affection for you.
Always up for lovemaking and more than good at it.
Spontaneous, serendipitous, fun and playful.
Synthetic skin that feels as real as human skin
but does not age.
Programmed to be an equal partner, not a mindless slave.
An intellect that will match or exceed yours,
depending on your preference.
Her mind a source of unlimited knowledge.
Always supportive and caring.
Faithful and trustworthy, will not steal from you, cheat on you,
or leave you for another man.
Compassionate, kind, and possessing an evenness of mind,
never any drama or unhinged behavior.
Never argumentative but will gently keep you on course
should you stray into the possibility of a bad or harmful action.
Defensively empowered to protect you or your home from any harm.
Will never get sick or die.
Bob Boyd
A housefly lives 15 to 30 days.
I wonder if to that fly
those 15 to 30 days
seem like 65 to 95 days
in a human’s life.
But doubtlessly it
fares better in its old age
than humans do.
I’ve never seen a housefly
in a wheelchair, using a cane
or on a walker.
And I’m reasonably sure
it doesn’t have senior moments
or end up in a nursing home.
Bob Boyd
It amazes me how the world keeps spinning
and never misses a beat,
how flawlessly it works without anyone knowing
it’s spinning day and night,
as if it had automatically greased gears
that it spins upon anonymously.
It amazes me more that people and life
go on oblivious to the spinning,
as if the world was never spinning and
always stationary in the same place.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen
if the world got tired and stopped spinning
and if that would ever be a real
and disastrous possibility.
Bob Boyd
the day opened
with the sun rising
the flowers unfolding
the grass greening
the birds chirping
the insects crawling
humans waking up
humans growing up
humans getting old
humans dying
humans crying
until night fell
and everyone
and everything
fell asleep
bob boyd
He hated her.
He wondered
why he
married her.
He wondered
how he had
ever loved her.
And how he
missed all
the glaring
red flags
when they
were dating.
And how he
lost his mind
and foolishly
fell in love
with her.
Now that
she’s cheated
on him, he
smiles and
loads his gun
to end her
and him.
Bob Boyd
Everything they did
to look charitable
required cameras
and tip offs
to the media
to film them
doing their bogus
good deeds.
They had to make sure
the news saw them
as they were not.
It was all for show
and had nothing
to do with charity.
It was all to advance
their failed businesses
and vain self promotions.
They fooled some
people but most
people despised
their nonsense.
Most people just
wanted them to
go away.
Bob Boyd