the world that is, the world that was,
the poor response, the great because;
those empty spaces in between
what we have felt, and heard, and seen –
the heart, with it’s own laws

the special knowledge of our own,
the times we’ve shrunk, the ways we’ve grown;
to travel where we need to go,
with luggage we discreetly stow –
together – or alone –

a man who used to be a whiz —
now seeing life is just a quiz,
with answers we don’t dare essay –
one more mistake along the way —
in this one world
that is