After years of marriage, they got bored with each other
but stayed together, better than being alone.

In an attempt to fill their empty lives, they ate a lot of comfort food, got overweight and unsightly.

Died miserable, unhappy, and unloved, like many other couples for whom love has run out.

Bob Boyd

I wish I could have a chance
to redo my life
make less mistakes
do more things right
make better choices
avoid the pitfalls
I fell into in this life
I feel I could have
a better life
with a second chance
maybe I’m wrong
maybe everything
was as it had to be
and a redo would
only lead to different
mistakes and pitfalls
and I’d end up in
the same place
wishing I could have
a chance to redo my life.

Bob Boyd

Given death separates all lovers
far as we know.
Maybe it was best our love
didn’t last
and spared us the agonies
of one of us dying on the other.

Bob Boyd

Where do we go when we are ashes
or buried in the ground?
Do we go to a shared space
or a collective of souls?
Do we go to a singular paradise
or a group heaven?
Or do we keep being reborn
until we become enlightened
and live in eternal bliss forever?
Perhaps, despite all the theories
and the speculations
when we die, our afterlife is
the ashes or the ground
and nothing more.

Bob Boyd

I was thinking today
about how I’ve been
living alone for years.

And how sometimes I
wish I had a woman
to live with and love.

But despite occasional
bouts of loneliness,
it’s so nice living alone.

Bob Boyd

Stopped watching TV years ago
overpriced and a lot I didn’t want.

Everything I watch is on the net now,
a universe of choices.

Can pick and choose entertainment and
information I prefer to watch.

Not paying for junk TV programs and
the infomercials I hated.

Was a relief to cut the cord and have
more choices for what I wanted to see.

One of the best decisions of my life
was leaving Cable TV.

Bob Boyd

I saw a sparrow hopping back and forth in the snow
in a bird feeder cam in Ohio.

I thought to myself, has this bird gone bonkers?
I’d never seen a sparrow hopping back and forth like that.

But as the sparrow kept hopping, I saw he had not gone bonkers;
he was digging a hole in the snow.

With his hopping back and forth, on the forward hop his
tiny toes dug into the snow.

On the backward hop, his toes, like tiny shovels, dug
the snow away.

The reason he was digging the hole was, like men drilling for oil,
he was digging for seeds under the snow.

Seeds that the other birds knocked off the bird feeder days ago
that were now buried in the freshly fallen snow.

After a three inch dig, he found the mother lode – plenty of seeds
he pecked at and ate.

Bob Boyd

You meet the woman you feel is
the love of your life.

The increasing days and nights
you spend with her

confirm what you felt on
that glorious day you met her.

But one day after you drop her off at her apartment,
she goes missing and foul play is suspected.

The police see you as a person of interest
as well as her ex-husband.

Both of you pass the polygraphs.
Both of you are cleared as suspects.

But the worst is when years later she is still missing,
and no one knows what happened to her,

and your heartaches never end.

Bob Boyd

She worked with the elderly for a living,
saw many of them suffering when old.

She saw many senioirs healthy one day
stricken with debilitating diseases the next.

She saw many who had been vibrant and active
become sick and unable to take care of themselves.

After many years of seeing tragic outcomes of aging
when she started getting older,

she opted out of aging and killed herself.

Bob Boyd

Watching true crime shows,
every so often I see cases

of women being killed
by supposed male friends.

To me, these are some of
the most insidious.

Someone a woman feels
she can trust

surprises her, shocks her,
kills her like a monster.

Woe to these betrayed women
who die this horrble way,

and I hope the deceiftul friends
who murdered them

one day get their due
on earth and in the hereafter.

Bob Boyd