Just Like That

Just like that

We were airborne.

Climbing thousands

Of feet in elevation. 

A rough take off, 

Just like our talking. 

Stephen Hawking said

It doesn’t have to be that way. 

It takes a man sitting immobile

For years on his wheelchair

To tell us not to bitch and moan

About every perceived slight. 

Talking and listening leads us

Out of this self-made hell.

Don’t pick a side. 

Don’t pick a fight. 

Pick a time to heal. 

Author: William Peters

William Peters is a narrative poet who finds the occasional humor in growing old, past events, familiar objects, and even relationships. His poetry reads like a snapshot in time.

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