She looks in the mirror and still sees
a beautiful young woman,

even though she’s eight and eighty.

Old age has distorted her mind;
she’s unable to see the truth,

the wrinkled, old woman she’s become.

She thinks she’s still in her twenties,
young, carefree and beautiful,

like she was in her youth.

Maybe she’s better off than
if she knew the truth and saw

the dying, old woman in her mirror.

Bob Boyd

For years he had
a crush on her.
She’d seem interested
then push him away.
A year would pass,
he’d try again.
She’d seem interested
then push him away.
After about three years
of his yearly pursuits,
he realized his inane,
prolonged crush made
a fool out of him.
And when he saw her
a year after his folly
completely ceased,
he wondered what
he had seen in her
to squander his heart
on her for all
those wasted years.

Bob Boyd

When she was nice,
she was sweet.

But then she’d
go psycho,

and her demons
would come out.

She’d scream and
she’d shout,

swear and attack
him.

He hung in there
with her,

thought he could
change her.

But she changed
him

when she drove
a knife into

his chest one
night

and changed him
into a ghost.

Bob Boyd

Day runs into night
night runs into day
sun during the day
moon at night
light and darkness
time speeding up
faster and faster
people getting
older and older
graves opening
for their corpses
soon skeletons
eventually all dust.

Bob Boyd