Day: October 8, 2025

She was a genuinely sweet woman,
kind, warm, friendly to all.

She had a heart of hearts,
caring for all.

On a dreadful summer night
she got drunk with two disreputable men,
supposed to be her friends.

They took advantage of her in the
back seat of a car when she was barely
conscience, too drunk to resist.

Like unfeeling, heartless monsters,
they boasted of their rape conquest
to others in the city where I lived.

She never told the police, perhaps she
didn’t want to endure what was shameful to her.

Her reputation sullied, many were told.

I didn’t want to hear about it, her being
taken advantage of like that, her being drunk.

But unlike others, her reputation wasn’t sullied
with me.

She was still a genuinely sweet woman
and always will be in my mind and in my heart.

Bob Boyd

Why do the thrills of things like

falling in love

first Christmas gifts

first new car

have to get old?

If I had to pick one thrill to last and last,

it would be the sky high thrill of falling in love.

No one would ever get used to it,

Never would it get old.

It would be permanent bliss with a permanent,
loving other.

There’d be no break ups, no broken hearts, no divorces –

continuous romantic love unbroken, always new

always thrilling, always true.

Bob Boyd

My thanks to aging for making me
increasingly aware of the impermanence
of this life and of me.

When younger, I didn’t really get it.

I hadn’t lived enough, seen enough
people, things and events pass away,

like leaves falling off trees on a river bank
and floating away in ever rushing waters,

like ever passing lives.

Now many people and generational icons I knew
are dead – gone forever.

Now I look forward to joining them
in what I believe is a glorious, permanent existence.

Of course, my belief could be wrong.

The only permanence I could die into might
be just a permanent death and nothing more,
no heaven, no nirvana, no eternal bliss, nothing.

Or, I could die and have to come back to
this impermanence again, maybe as
an improved, better me facing all the
uncertainties, the suffering, the evil
in this impermanence once again.

I like my belief better, a permanent world
devoid of the suffering, evil, and impermanence,
a forever world of peace, love and bliss.

And Mike Mchugh and Joe Drew, if you’re reading
this from the other side,

If what I believe is true,

I hope to meet you there too.

Bob Boyd