55 lost his job
feels aged out
of the workforce
can’t find work
can’t pay bills
marriage failing
nerves on edge
unemployment
running out
never thought
this would
happen to him
a punctual hard
worker all his life
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
55 lost his job
feels aged out
of the workforce
can’t find work
can’t pay bills
marriage failing
nerves on edge
unemployment
running out
never thought
this would
happen to him
a punctual hard
worker all his life
Bob Boyd
Speeding down an icy hill
impervious to any risks
great to be a kid on a sled.
The winter cold that makes
me shiver now no problem
back then. Winter like a
pleasure cruise sliding on
that trusty sled. Now that
I’m an old man it’s all just
a memory, from a faraway
place and time, something
else in my life forever gone.
Bob Boyd
At first she abducted him for breeding
a human alien hybrid.
Somewhere in the course of the experiment
she fell in love with him and he with her.
Though she had blue skin and hair like thick
rolling rivulets, the rest of her was similar to him.
Of course their relationship is unconventional,
but he loves her so much he calls her his wife.
You may see weirdness in that.
I see it as magical.
Bob Boyd
Helen saved a dog from being put down
in a dog shelter because of overcrowding.
He had been there too long unwanted.
Had it not been for Helen, a day later
that dog she adopted would have been dead.
Helen showered the dog with love,
made her home a palace for him.
But despite her kindness, one day the
dog snapped and savaged Helen.
People said it was the breed of the dog.
Others believed the dog had been
abused by a cruel former owner.
Whatever the reasons, they mattered
little to Helen who was dead.
Bob Boyd
Cancer has come for her at just 30 years of age.
She knows now that it is terminal, no hope.
Never married, no kids, she cries at all she will miss.
She cannot understand why her?
Why was she marked for this fatal fate?
Why at such a young age does she have to die?
No answers come. No prayers save her.
Now she no longer seeks answers, accepts her fate.
Now she no longer prays to God for a healing.
She prays she will go to a better life in the afterlife.
Bob Boyd
The leaves are shaking on a towering tree
moved to dance by the ubiquitous wind.
They seem to enjoy the dance as much
as humans at a fabulous ball.
The branches on the tree join in, the
dancing is contagious.
Only the trunk of the tree remains immobile,
perhaps it cannot dance.
Bob Boyd
She thought she had it all figured out.
Marry a guy with money, live the privileged life.
At first it was like a fairy tale, the dream fulfilled.
But as with anything else eventually it lost its allure.
It became a ho hum life despite the money and
all the material things galore.
And all the stuff money could by eventually wasn’t
enough to fill the emptiness in her heart and her life.
Bob Boyd
She said I was an octogenarian, as though
I was some kind of different species, and a
classification I hadn’t been labeled before.
Since I have this new title, I’m wondering
where are the benefits titles usually confer?
I’d think with a wordy title like that, there’d
be some mega bennies, but all I have is eight
centuries of living and a worthless title that
sounds too pompous and has no perks.
I might as well be called an octopus for all
an octogenarian title benefits or describes
me, and how nobody gives a damn about it.
It’s not like I have the title of a duke or a king.
Rather than flaunt my worthless title, I’ll just
remain a humble eighty year old man.
Bob Boyd
Living in a third world country is like
an educational experience.
You get to see what poor really is.
No first world benefits. No multitude
of programs for the impoverished.
No poor people with cars, food
stamps, and other benefits.
Poor is poor, and you better
hope you have the support of
a family to help you survive.
Child support may be nonexistent.
If a man gets a woman pregnant
and desserts her, she may be on
her own minus any child support.
Living in a first world country after
living in a third world country makes
you see how lucky you really are.
Bob Boyd
Some seers claimed they knew
what the afterlife was all about.
Some NDEers believe they experienced
what it is all about.
I don’t believe having all the answers
about the afterlife is possible.
I don’t believe a person can know what
the afterlife is all about until a person is
not just temporarily dead but permanently dead,
provided an afterlife is more than just dead
and buried or burned to ashes and nothing more.
Bob Boyd