Day: May 21, 2026

I loved those hippie women of the sixties and seventies,
wished I could have been with one.
I loved their free-spiritedness and their fashion sense.
I loved the song about the flower girl, imagined
how magical it would have been to meet one.
But because I wasn’t a hippie back then, though
kind of like a hippie in spirit, I never got to be with one.
Now as an old man with my memories of
those beautiful free-spirited, freewheeling hippie women,
I wish I could be with an old ex-hippie woman
to talk about things like higher consciousness, Eastern
Spirituality, the Age of Aquarius, and peace and love with.

Bob Boyd

She was just a teenager when she left this world,
stabbed and strangled to death.
Before she was murdered, she played softball
and was involved in many school activities.
And based on her involvements and great grades,
she seemed like she had a future
until she got pregnant and told her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend, just 16, didn’t want the responsibility
of a child at his age.
He asked her to get an abortion, but she refused.
Shortly after that, her corpse was found in a dumpster,
and it didn’t take a super sleuth to know who killed her.
Her murderous boyfriend now sits in prison, and
he’ll be in there for the rest of his life
while her dead body is buried at Rosewood Cemetery,
her plans, her dreams, her future destroyed.
But I believe her soul is in a heaven with her baby happier than she ever could have been on earth.

Bob Boyd

She thought she found her Prince Charming
three times.
She married those three Prince Charmings
who weren’t charming after she married them.
Now an old woman she’s given up on love.
She spends her days watching soap operas
and relates to them because she’s lived
in three marital soap operas filled with drama.
She has a toy poodle she calls Ralph,
says he’s better company than any of those
fake Prince Charmings ever could have been.

Bob Boyd