You do what is needed—
a shower each day,
dress accordingly
for work and play.
To the job on time,
occasionally late.
Cut the grass
and weekly shop
on Saturday.
Go to church
on Sunday,
kneel, bless yourself,
sing and pray.
You exercise, eat right,
pay the bills on time.
You fasten your seat belt,
drive the speed limit,
obey the rules of the road.
You drink in moderation
and swear only when alone.
You follow your routine,
and for the most part
have it made.
Day after day passes
much the same.
And mundane as that
may seem at times,
the way it goes for you
is pretty much okay.
Surely there were
losses and gains
along the way.
Marriage, kids,
family and friends.
But for all it’s worth,
you have managed
to make it none-the-less
to retirement.
You sit alone now
with only your memories
and the aches and pain
of old age.
Congratulations!
You look up at night
and the stars in the
heavens seem to
remain unchanged
It is then the
univarsal
wonderment
of it all hits you—
What the hell?
Light years,
you tell yourself.
At 186,000 miles
per second,
it takes light years.
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Chris Hanch 12-18-2021
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