Quietly in a little blue box, <br />Drifting about the stars and space, <br />Is a man of adventure and mystery. <br />A man of intellect, and fun, and life, yet also of misery. <br /> <br />He's seen it all almost to see, <br />Men of metal, the beast, ood creatures, and lords of time, <br />the tenth planet, the rising dead, a city in ashes, the genocide of races, <br />The beginning, the present, the past, the future, and also the end of time. <br /> <br />He's been with many, far to many to count, <br />But each time he loses them. <br />And he loses a bit of himself too. <br />The pain of lasting forever is almost to great to bare alone. <br /> <br />He reminiscences over that all he has lost, <br />And also remembers, <br />The people he has saved. <br />The wonderful adventures with these friends, <br />And the tragic times he had to start over again. <br />Where and when will it end? <br /> <br />Quietly in a little blue box, <br />Drifting about the stars and space, <br />Is a man alone, <br />Waiting for the next companion to board.<br /><br />Peter Vector<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lone-little-blue-box-in-space/
