Sometimes I wonder if there are any old hippy women
now,
at least still in spirit if no longer in dress and in
practice.
I’d like to meet an old hippy woman for a platonic
friendship with.
I’m at an advanced age where a romantic relationship
is no longer vital to me.
And at my age men have low T which factors into
not lusting for the physical part of romantic love.
I’d like to talk to that old hippy woman about the good
old sixties days, gurus, seeking truth, etc.
But I’m at an advanced age where I’m not motivated
enough to look for one.

Bob Boyd

Is the primary purpose of this existence to
produce offspring and die?
Despite all the religions and beliefs is it all
for nothing except procreation and death,
like one would think the life of an insect,
a fish, or an animal woud be?
I like to think that there is more, like
an ultimate eternal bliss consciousness.
But maybe as some scientists believe,
we just live and die and nothing more.

Bob Boyd

Though our marriage didn’t
work out decades ago –
you, the rarely at home
outward extrovert –
me, more the homebody
inward introvert,
sometimes I wonder.

And though you died years
after our marriage ended
and I walked out on you,
sometimes I wonder.

Sometimes I wonder if we
met in the afterlife would
we be able to make it work
there, like soulmates finally
in a fairy tale forever paradise.

And wherever you are in the
life after this one, I hope these
heartfeft words reach you.

Bob Boyd

Shopping above his pay grade in an upscale
grocery store, that catered to the rich,
a fancy woman, sporting diamond rings,
wearing designer clothes, came on to him.
Her beauty was compelling, her perfume
seductive, her voice enchanting.
But he passed her by with just a few
pleasantries, so not to reject her impolitely.
He could not afford her, and he didn’t want her
to afford him, like a kept lesser pauper man.
And he knew she had assumed that because
he was in that upscale grocery store,
he was upscale monied too and suitable,
instead of the monetarily unsuitable
peasant she’d find him to be.

Bob Boyd

She was a beautiful, talented,
accomplished actress in the 30s.
Now barely anybody knows
anything about her legacy.
Her fame, her fortune gone.
Her beauty, her talent, all
ended by Time.

Time the ender of fame, fortune,
greatness and legends.
Time the ender of so many beautiful
and talented women of yesteryear,
and some of today.

Time the Ender of Everything
has no appreciation for beauty,
fame, fortune or even fairness,
like the unfairness of little
children whose days are running
out in children’s hospitals all
over this time weary world.

Bib Boyd

As a young man, he had perfect health
and near physical perfection from
working out and eating right.
But when he grew older, past 70 years,
unexpectedly he developed health problems
despite his decades of excellent health.
Now he keeps having to take more pills
to just keep living a less enjoyable life,
and he wonders if it’s worth it.
He thinks maybe one day he’ll stop taking
all those pills and end his miserable life.

Bob Boyd

When birds die, is there
no heaven for them?
Do birds just go to a lifeless
oblivion, and that’s it?
You may think this is silly, and
I don’t give a damn if you do,
but I hope that birds have
an afterlife like humans are
alleged to have.
But maybe the East has it right,
birds and all lifeforms keep
reincarnating up the ladder
of rebirths until they become
humans and eventually –
reach a heaven-like afterlife.

Bob Boyd

Beautiful women appear and disappear
with every generation.
Just when you think the beautiful women
of your generation are going to last,
they grow old and their beauty is lost.
But fresh, young beautiful women emerge
to take their places.
And thus beautiful women keep appearing
and disappearing in this ever passing life.
But oh how I wish beauty could last, and
that all women could be beautiful forever.

Bob Boyd

I hear the crows cawing
outside my apartment
at least a hundred fold
they’ve come back again
I never know from where
I don’t know why they
always return
cawing loudly as if
celebrating a reunion
perhaps it is a reunion
held every few months
where they talk and
boast about their
different adventures
stuff they’d stolen
battles they’ve won
birds they fled from
after pirateering
their nests and
curious humans
they seen doing
curious things.

Bob Boyd

He never thought his life would
turn out the way it did.
No woman in his life, unemployed,
his savings depleted.
Broke and lonely, he got terribly
depressed,
thought about taking his life
until he got a phone call.
An ex-girlfriend had called,
told him she missed him.
He went out with her two
days later.
Their love rekindled, and
a new job.
Thanks to a job lead she
had given him.

Bob Boyd