2/2/11

Today, I happened to receive somebody else’s mail,

And for a moment, self-deceived, I spun a wild tale,

In which I was another man whose lifetime was repressed,

Peculiar aims, career, and plans. Another home address.

Strange friends and odd acquaintances, apart from all I knew,

Fresh memories, experience, bizarre beliefs and views.

My soul began to drift away, yet then my heart recalled,

The joy and love which fills my days, this man knew not at all.

And so I tossed it in the pail, this other life I missed.

My doppelganger lost his mail, why should this man get his?