on a summer's day bright and blue
Reading H. G Wells' Time Machine.
He learns about Morlocks and Elai
Then pauses to observe a Robin perch
On his sumach tree's branch quite unaware
Of the human condition called despair.
His relaxation crashes
Entering his own time machine
Wishing he could have cherished
The good times so much more.
He attempts to return to the pages
But, alas, the damage has now been done
So walks away.... from the afternoon sun.