Wednesday, February 24, 2016


                  How eerie when at night the power’s out
                  And even all the street lights have gone black:
                  It fills you with an existential doubt
                  That maybe daylight never will come back:
                  That moon and stars will nevermore be seen
                  And soon the darkened Earth will start to freeze
                  As towards death all creatures will careen
                  Despite our desperate measures, prayers and pleas.
                  But then the power’s back, the lights come on
                  And everything resumes normality,
                  While in the eastern sky a glimpse of dawn
                   Assures us that another day will be.
                        Still, in the largest cosmic scheme of all,
                        The whole shebang is destined for a fall.