The drowning man clings to each fantasy
or bit of flotsam, slim though it may be.
Friday, October 3, 2014
How Big is a Light Year?
You left me, long ago
At first I was puzzled
Where were you, where had you gone
I tried everything to find you
I begged you to return
Bribed you with expensive gifts
Built you a wonderful nest
Listened to your demands
And badgered and implored you to return
I gave you the best years of my life
And some of the worst ones, too
Now we sit on opposite ends of the couch
A distance of two feet,
Yet light years, parsecs, universes
There is no measure of the distance between us.
John E. Entwistle III
Friday, October 03, 2014
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