Faces of two eternities keep looking at me. <br />One is Omar Khayam and the red stuff <br /> wherein men forget yesterday and to-morrow <br /> and remember only the voices and songs, <br /> the stories, newspapers and fights of today. <br />One is Louis Cornaro and a slim trick <br /> of slow, short meals across slow, short years, <br /> letting Death open the door only in slow, short inches. <br />I have a neighbor who swears by Omar. <br />I have a neighbor who swears by Cornaro. <br /> Both are happy. <br />Faces of two eternities keep looking at me. <br /> Let them look.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-neighbors/
