Day: August 12, 2025

He’s outlived many people.
Friends and icons gone.
He yearns to join them,
To be freed of his old body.
Some say he’s delusional.
Death is just death.
No invisible worlds where
One is united with friends.
No gods. No angelic beings.
When you’re dead, you’re dead.
You and everything no more.
The doubters may be correct.
As insects are thought to
have no blissful heavens,
It may be the same for humans.
He’s completely okay with that.
If oblivion is what death offers,
He will have no awareness of it
When he takes his final breath.

Bob Boyd

They passed in and out of my life.
Some were nice. Some were not.
Some I got involved with.
Some I had nothing to do with.
Some are dead. Some are alive.
Now all I have are memories.
of all the impermanent women
who passed in and out of my life.
I wish I could do a rewind
and find a permanent one.
But I’d only be fooling myself.
A permanent one does not exist.

Bob Boyd

They felt the need to control us.
To keep us all suppressed.
To insure they remained in power
To lord over all of us.
But we became like a tinder box
And exploded into revolution.
The tyrants fled or were contained.
The people were in power again,
A fair and benevolent leader
was elected into leadership.
Freedom restored, peace again.

Bob Boyd