Day: July 20, 2025

All he wanted was
an unvexed life.
He didn’t find it
until he died.

Bob Boyd

This morning the cicadas are chirping
madly in the trees.
Their chirps are almost deafening.
Those crooner bugs must be especially
romantic today.
I hope all their amped up chirps sound
like alluring love songs to their potential
female mates.
Unlike many humans, they mate for life,
but when you only live a few weeks after
you mate, it has to be easier to have
a lasting love.
Even I could do that even with a raucous
or an incompatible wife.
wonder if to their three weeks are the
equivalent of a seventy year human
life.
One thing I know. I’ve never made a
racket to try to find a new love.
Maybe I should have. It sure works for
the cicadas who find mates for life.

Bob Boyd

When many people are close to dying,
they struggle to hold onto life.
When a person is young that makes
sense to me.
At a certain point when a person grows
real old, say past 80, and illnesses and
balance and mobility issues creep in,
why hold onto an old, decaying life?
I can see it if you still have an other
that you love and don’t want to leave
behind in this life.
But in most cases if the quality of your
life is down to nil and you’ve lived a
long life, why hold onto a losing
proposition?
Better to just let go if death is near
than to struggle against the inevitable.
Besides, maybe in death you’ll find
freedom.
Freedom from the agonies of aging
and the stresses and strifes of this
passing life.
As for me, I won’t be holding on, and
I see death as a friend who will relocate
me to a better world.

Bob Boyd

Too Many Old People Are Alone

Too many old people are alone.
Some have nobody.
Some have families who are like nobodies.
Never visit them, forget them.
They’re considered burdens.
Old thrown away people.
Pity a life comes to that.

Bob Boyd