By Keith Fuchs
The apocalypse is upon us!
Thankfully it was a nightmare
Awake next morning to know the world is still right there.
That problem you faced, well that was yesterday
There is no promise of tomorrow,
So be another gift, to overthrow the sorrow
To capture ecstasy in the narrowest window.
For now you will never know,
If on the morrow, the earth will still revolve and rotate.
Abate! Take flight like a sparrow before it’s too late.
Wells Street Journal 