Women in Saigon are so incredibly pretty
some like goddesses in long traditional Vietnamese dresses
how I wish I was young and with one of those Asian beauties
after I die I hope I’m reborn in Saigon and marry one of them
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
Women in Saigon are so incredibly pretty
some like goddesses in long traditional Vietnamese dresses
how I wish I was young and with one of those Asian beauties
after I die I hope I’m reborn in Saigon and marry one of them
Bob Boyd
He traveled 8,000 miles for one once;
he almost moved to Sweden for another.
Oh, the crazy things he did for women.
Risked his life for a southern belle who,
an ingrate, ripped him off.
Got scammed by another, about 1k, and
got so drunk and crazy after a fight with
an ex-girlfriend he ran red lights at 80 mph.
He left a good state job for one, but the
love went bust with her after a bad year.
Now he’s too old to do crazy things for
women, and he kinda misses those days.
Bob Boyd
He had excellent health all his life
until he got old, age seventy-six.
Now he takes pills and see doctors,
despite all the years he worked out.
Old age is wrecking him and making
him old man scrawny and weak.
He looks forward to dying and leaving
his debilitating, old body.
He believes based on what he’s read
and heard about NDEs,
he’ll have a young and fresh spirit
body when he dies.
And he looks forward to leaving a world
and a body he no longer fits into.
Bob Boyd
Watching a YouTube video showing
all the beautiful women in a Saigon bar and club district.
Some of them working in bars and some of them
working the streets.
Was wishing I could save those women
selling their bodies on those Saigon streets.
And wishing I were young again and could be with
a beautiful Saigon woman not from the bars or the streets.
Bob Boyd