Day: June 26, 2026

Oh, those nights and days of passion.
Oh, how incredibly good they felt.
And you were unforgettably talented
at pleasing me, and I you.
Though it wasn’t enough to hold our
relationship together,
it was enough to keep me often
remembering how good it was with you.

Bob Boyd

An old man now, when he wakes up
his body is so stiff, sometimes sore.
He thinks to himself, maybe early
rigor mortis is setting in.
At times he sees himself as just
waiting to die.
At other times he likes his shrunken,
reclusive life.
Sometimes he wishes death would
just get it over with,
take him out of his waning life.
At other times, he’s enjoys the little
pleasures of what remains of his life.
All the time he’s more keenly aware
of the impermances of this life.
And he accepts that he is temporary
as well.
And he’s okay with Death coming to
take him him away, any time, any day.

Bob Boyd

His goal in life was
to be a great poet.
He knew the odds
were next to nil
of making money
as a poet, but he
didn’t let that deter
him.

He stayed true to his
vision, working menial
jobs, making minimal
money to live off while
he wrote thousands of
poems.

Sadly, he never
became a great poet,
only a few of his
poems were published.
And nobody has ever
heard of him today.

But he lived the kind
of life he wanted to live
and worked at what he
loved without any
compromising, without
ever giving up.

I find honor in that,
and I like that he was
never swayed by the
lure of money and of
an easier life.

And that he stayed
true to his vision
all his life.

Bob Boyd