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Advancing Through Time
Lenses of reason, lenses of emotion.
We either view life with a spectrum of feelings,
or we're thinking everything over.
Goals and plans are easier said than done.
We engage in wishful thinking or
we wait for the next logical step, patiently.
Adam and Phillip met at the University of Texas.
They were buddies, you could say.
Adam came from Iowa. Phillip from Nevada.
They liked what the English major had to offer.
Adam was from a well-to-do home.
Phillip lived with the lower middle class.
Financial aid helped him through.
Phillip, very bright, had a lot to recommend him.
These friends have studies and interests in common.
A college campus is remarkably clever
in making everyone seem on equal terms.
Nonetheless, every student feels his distinct personality.
Everyone has a right to opinions on political issues.
These two men met and went around together.
They held each other in high regard.
They were psychologically interested in each other.
Four years inexorably do pass.
Time to go back to their home states.
With their diplomas and college experiences.
They got jobs and kept in touch, primarily by mail.
Twice Adam flew to Las Vegas.
Twice Phillip flew to Des Moines.
They sent cards and letters sharing their ups-and-downs.
During the sixth year,
Phillip wrote a long letter,
bragging about a new job he just landed,
at an ice cream factory.
Administrative Assistant.
The owner was thoroughly impressed.
Good luck was finally on its way, he boasted.
The letter was not answered. Never to be answered.
Phillip dialed Adam's number.
Adam's phone was disconnected.
What happened so sudden to his good friend from college?
He didn't send a letter in return.
Phillip was surprised.
Now is the time to rejoice together, he thought.
Adam had told him he was in law school--doing well.
In what was to be his last correspondence with Phillip.
Just dropped away?
Phillip suddenly unworthy to write to?
Adam, in fact, was alive and well
at a law school in Washington State.
Do you blame Adam for tiring of long letters?
He chose a blank breaking.
My best guess is:
"I'm tired of writing these"
was too awkward a justification for him.
We either view life with a spectrum of feelings,
or we're thinking everything over.
Goals and plans are easier said than done.
We engage in wishful thinking or
we wait for the next logical step, patiently.
Adam and Phillip met at the University of Texas.
They were buddies, you could say.
Adam came from Iowa. Phillip from Nevada.
They liked what the English major had to offer.
Adam was from a well-to-do home.
Phillip lived with the lower middle class.
Financial aid helped him through.
Phillip, very bright, had a lot to recommend him.
These friends have studies and interests in common.
A college campus is remarkably clever
in making everyone seem on equal terms.
Nonetheless, every student feels his distinct personality.
Everyone has a right to opinions on political issues.
These two men met and went around together.
They held each other in high regard.
They were psychologically interested in each other.
Four years inexorably do pass.
Time to go back to their home states.
With their diplomas and college experiences.
They got jobs and kept in touch, primarily by mail.
Twice Adam flew to Las Vegas.
Twice Phillip flew to Des Moines.
They sent cards and letters sharing their ups-and-downs.
During the sixth year,
Phillip wrote a long letter,
bragging about a new job he just landed,
at an ice cream factory.
Administrative Assistant.
The owner was thoroughly impressed.
Good luck was finally on its way, he boasted.
The letter was not answered. Never to be answered.
Phillip dialed Adam's number.
Adam's phone was disconnected.
What happened so sudden to his good friend from college?
He didn't send a letter in return.
Phillip was surprised.
Now is the time to rejoice together, he thought.
Adam had told him he was in law school--doing well.
In what was to be his last correspondence with Phillip.
Just dropped away?
Phillip suddenly unworthy to write to?
Adam, in fact, was alive and well
at a law school in Washington State.
Do you blame Adam for tiring of long letters?
He chose a blank breaking.
My best guess is:
"I'm tired of writing these"
was too awkward a justification for him.
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Advancing Through Time
Advancing Through Time
