Sometimes a soup and sandwich is not enough. One needs real sustenance such as a poem for dessert. This helped me focus a bit more at work, even if they are short non-masterpieces.
Names for children
I did not have.
Borrow them for yours,
To ward off a life of disappointment.
I reflect on a tiny, shiny screen,
Fixed in a Star Trek original series universe,
My life goes where many have gone before,
But few stay.
The hi-def world too harsh for my prime directive,
To explore meaning.
I remain red-shirted by nostalgia.
Some call it history.