My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
He read about a woman who walked in beauty.
He imagined an earthbound goddess
with a perfect body, blonde hair,
ineffable beauty and a winsome personality.
He thought he met the goddess in
a big, upscale department store
that he worked in and she managed
until her employees told him that
she was a witch who was meanspirited
and walked in ugliness all over them.
Bob Boyd
He no longer cares about
what he’s told he should eat.
Screw the vegetables.
Screw the fats and calories,
the cholesterol and sugar.
But be sensible about salt.
Don’t want high blood
and debilitating strokes.
Just wants to die with
his mental faculties
reasonably intact.
Bob Boyd
Days and nights keep passing fast
Seasons come and go at warp speed
it’s hard to keep up with the changes.
Sometimes he thinks to himself
I’m just hanging around here
waiting to finally die with dignity.
He believes the afterlife will offer
him a better deal than inhabiting
an old body that is breaking down.
He worries he could live longer
than he wants to and be
sentenced to die in the indignity
of a nursing home institution
indifferent to his dementia-ridden self.
Bob Boyd