Her path in life
possibly predestined
was to be burdened
with insanity before
age twenty three

why did this happen?
why did this have to be?

why couldn’t she
have had a sane life
like most others?

why did she have
to lose her mind?

what in creation
creates ill fates
like this?

why do some have
to suffer the scourge
of insanity

while others it never
touches?

you could say
emphaticlly it’s
bad karma

but be honest
you really don’t
know

you’re just parroting
what you’re read
or heard

as for me, I can’t
offhandedly
and unknownly
claim it’s
bad karma

but, if I had to
guess, I’d guess
it was something
random and
unfathomable.

Bob Boyd

Those innocent
cute babies
cradled in their
mother’s arms

sweet bundles
of delight
joys to behold

looking at those babies
in their
adorable innocence

it’s hard to
imagine what
a few of them

will grow up
to be

nearly unfathomable
to see or believe
that a few of them

out of thousands
probably millions

will grow up
to be serial killers

but alas some
innocent babies
do

their innocence
replaced with
malevolence

from sweet newborns
to the cruelest
of killers

from innocents to
the slayers of
innocents

mostly young
women

if there’s a God
that’s loving
which I believe
there is

how could that God
ever allow this?

Bob Boyd

Adorable
really adorable
with the
the sweetest voice
I ever heard
she had a
crush on me
a gift from God
some could easily
say, if they ever
saw and heard her

but she was only 27
and I was 70
I was born too
early
she was born
too late

alas, as if
cursed by
fate

the gift from
God could
never be.

Bob Boyd

She delivered my Amazon delivery
today

She placed it in the wrong but
okay location

I didn’t see it in the right place,
so I came out of my apartment building

to look for it and saw her, a beautiful
young African American woman in her Amazon truck

I asked her politely where the delivery was
she said up the flight of stairs in front of the door

(that is the back door up those stairs to the
hallway in which my apartment is located)

she said she couldn’t get the code to work
at the front door

so she hiked up the back stairs and left
the package there, close enough 👍

she offered to get the package and bring
it to me

I said no need, easier for me to just open
the back door

and I don’t want you to have to go back
up those stairs again

I said thank you for the delivery, and
she smiled such a wonderful smile

I said I like your hat (a beautiful orange
hat that looked great)

she smiled and said I like your hat
too, (a burgundy Gatsby hat)

in that brief moment, that fleeting exchange,
she looked absolutely beautiful to me

I felt there was even greater beauty in her
and goodness in her soul

for a fanciful moment, I briefly thought how wonderful
it would have been to be young and with her.

Bob Boyd