It must have been a holy man who left <br />the gadget at my door that governs time. <br />And using it feels eerily like theft, <br />which in my eyes sure qualifies as crime. <br /> <br />I use it now to peek and even fly <br />into the future looking at the sights; <br />last night I hovered back and had to cry, <br />it looked so pitiful from lofty heights. <br /> <br />There is a switch that lets a person stay <br />in case he likes the future goings on. <br />For me, my many friends, it is a Nay <br />I'd rather die in my next marathon.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-time-machine-5/
