Tommy was a terror in high school,
got kicked out many times.
He got in fights even more times.
But then he met Shelia and
miraculously he did a 180.
He started getting good grades,
incredibly he became well behaved.
But when Shelia cheated on him
and shattered his young heart,
he became a terror again and
dropped out of high school.
He was so broken over the loss
of Shelia, he got into drugs
and became an addict.
OD’d on Christmas eve,
died on Christmas morning.
RIP Tommy.

Bob Boyd

Myrna never had any trouble attracting men.
A single look and they were hers.
It was as if she could put spells on them to
make them instantly fall in love with her.
And she loved falling in love over and over.
So, she consciously or unconsciously always
sabotaged her romantic relationships.

She never stayed with a man for more than a
few years, but she had a hell of a life with
the many varieties of men she met and loved.
Perhaps she was a genius of love who never
stayed with one man long enough to get bored
and perpetually had exciting, passionate love.

Bob Boyd

Dream Woman

That look, that look, oh that look.
I wanted it to last forever, and I
wanted to get to know her so badly.
But the dream had to end before
that could happen.

Those eyes, those eyes, oh those
beautiful blue eyes. She held them
on me, and I felt ecstatic, but oh no,
the dream had to end before I could
even talk to her.

I must be suffering from the lack of
a woman in my life, despite my not
seeking one, and I would have died
for that dream woman if I could have
been with her in the dream world

Oh my God that look, that look, that
look, those eyes, those eyes, those
beautiful blue eyes.

Bob Boyd

She was raised in a family
that hated black people
just because they looked
different.

She grew up with her
parents’ bias and began
to pass the unjustifired hate
on to her children.

But, mercifully, one day
a compassionate black woman
saved her son from drowning,
which opened her eyes to the
goodness in many of that race.

Thereafter she altered her thinking
and acceptance of people not of
her race.

And the years of hate drained out
of her, replaced with acceptance
and love, which she passed on
to her children.

Bob Boyd

I see two beautiful swans floating in a pond,
like soulmate birds together forever.
They look so sublime, and how beautiful
they would look in a painting.
It’s all so grand until a duck with her little
ducklings appears, and the swans begin
attacking the mother duck and her babies.
And the beautiful swans become uglier
than the ugly duckling and so predatory.
I wade into the water, distract the swans,
as they begin attacking me.
But at least the ducks get away, and I
stave off the vicious swans with my cane.

Bob Boyd

His body gets weaker, stiffer,
rising from a chair without using the armrest
takes more effort.
Sometimes he experiences soreness in
his aging legs upon waking,
and his walking is bit more labored.
He feels like its pre rigor mortis creeping in,
signaling his impending demise.
As he wakes more from the sleeping world,
the weakness, stiffness and soreness lessen.
And he’s grateful for having lived a long life.

Bob Boyd