How Soon I’ll Forget

When the End Time arrives,
When the Rapture comes,
When the Last Wave crashes
Onto the shore,
Then how soon I’ll forget
The bars, the scars,
The slights, the slurs,
That make me so mad.

I try always to take
Geologic perspective,
Judge things on a scale
Of sidereal size,
So when I am faced
With my own misfortune
I can credibly cry,
“Well, this ain’t so bad!”

©2003 John I. Blair

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