Robert never listens
to half of what I say.
I tell him where to go
and he goes the other way!
I offer sound advice,
but he will not take heed.
He does just what he wants
and disregards my lead!
I try to stare him down
each time he has a shave,
but he looks right on through me.
That's no way to behave!
He says that I'm not real.
I wish that he could see
that in another universe
he's just another me!
-RH-
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Author's note.
A Parallel Universe theory runs something like this:
There could be other universes out there with different
versions of ourselves living different lives, determined
by different decisions that our other selves have made.
So, these other versions of ourselves are living lives
made up of things we only thought about, or nearly did,
while the things we have actually done in our real life,
here on Earth, are things our other selves have only
thought about! I find this theory very hard to swallow,
but I thought it would be fun to write a poem based on
this theme.