Day: September 1, 2025

I look at the wrinkled, weathered face of an elderly woman,
and I can see the wrinkle free beauty she used to be.

A sadness like a shadow passes over me thinking about
how beautiful she once was.

I wish she could have kept her beauty forever instead of
aging robbing her of it.

I wish we all could stay young and wrinkle free forever.

I take solace in hoping that at some point we all become young and
beautiful forever when we die regardless of our imperfections and mistakes in this life.

Bob Boyd

There must be a name of a disorder
for people who lie all the time.
They change the truth to suit them
and act like everyone will believe their
false and fabricated untruths,
no matter how evident their lies are.
I’m not sure what compels them to
engage in such deceptive behavior.
Perhaps it’s inborn, an innate
unchangeable part of them, just as
one cannot change the DNA one
is defined by from birth.

Bob Boyd

I’ve never liked vultures.
Maybe I was brainwashed not to.
In movies like ghouls in the sky
I always saw them circling overhead
when someone was close to dying.
And I knew they was salivating to
macabrely eat the dead.
But now I see vultures as only
doing what they’re designed to do,
cleaning up the earth of rotting
carcases, like a public service, like a
street sweeper keeping things tidy
and swept up.

Bob Boyd