He was from Jamaica and a natural comedian.
He worked with me and Nate in a retail store
stocking shelves and clowning around.
When Nate said he was sad and lonely
because his girlfriend was visiting relatives out of town,
the Jamaican guy said you’re lonely because you only have
one woman.
He said I got more than one womens. I never get lonely
because I got me reserves.
He probably did have reserves. He was funny and charming,
and no doubt the womens loved him.
And I liked the way he said womens instead of women.
Maybe the grammar was wrong, but it sounded cool to me.
And I ain’t got no reserves and no womens.
But I’m no longer a young man, and the womens
don’t pay no mind to old me.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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