OUT OF TIME
So why am I sitting,Drinking at your bar.
Let me tell you a story,
The craziest one by far.
Okay so you've heard them all,
I'm no ordinary man.
Lived out amongst the stars,
Got stranded on the the moon.
Have no reason to lie,
Never found how I could die.
Let me tell you how I hitched
a ride, To earth in 1969.
You see I'm a man out of time,
For you cannot die, How I've tried.
Not if your yet to be born,
That's my only true crime.
A time traveller sent back,
Earlier then I should have been.
When the astroid hit,
The bit that was broken off
to form the moon,
Well I was on that bit.
My colleagues would have,
Scoured the earth for me.
Hope their still looking;
And they find me soon.
They couldn't find me you see,
Not while I was on the moon.
The story for the barman,
Was overstretched to farfetched.
He hoped this drunk's fantasy,
Would finish very soon.
He wanted to hear a plausible story,
How he travelled back from the moon.
Although he didn't really care,
He closed his eyes to blink.
In disbelief he stared at an empty chair,
For the man who said he time travelled.
Was no longer sitting there,
In fact the man seemed to disappear.
For when he looked around his pub,
He couldn't find him anywhere.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-07-20 at 00:38
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