Tuesday, 25 August 2009

A Thought

A thought just crossed my mind,
It forgot to look this way,
So got knocked over
By its train.

What a waste,
Such a young thought too,
two-and-a-half nanoseconds,
The coroner said.
So sad and thoughtless.

You never know though,
It could return,
In the evening,
Going the same way as the opposite train.