It's Not The End Of The World
By stevew
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I thought, under the shower,
of meteorites
and other unwelcome visitors
that make an impact.
I was getting ready for them,
DIY Don and tanked-up Tracy -
our dinner guests for the evening.
Don would talk of his extension
while Tracy slurred through the syllabub.
As I washed my hair,
I thought of asteroids and armageddon
and how, in four billion years or so,
(they reckon)
the Sun becomes a red giant.
It took my mind off
the dreaded doorbell,
but I wondered if any of this
was worth anything at all
and if the steaks had defrosted by now.
Absent-mindedly,
I opened my eyes -
the shampoo hurt like hell
and stung me into a crisis routine.
Instantly forgetting about the Sun
and how Earth,
(it's thought)
will vaporise,
I welcomed the water
that washed my pain,
then reached for a towel
to dry my eyes.
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