a rocket scientist
By benafim
A Rocket Scientist Yesterdays man a briefcase full of plans that are sadly passé, lives on his renomé. Those in power still receive him, but they have stopped listening long ago. Often, these days, they can’t see him (pressing business elsewhere.) Now that he is no longer useful something unsavoury about his past, long suppressed by those in the know, keeps cropping up and his circle of friends is vanishing as morning mist in a glade in May Yesterdays man when you die your obituary will be short, knives will be out slashing at your fame, skeletons will rattle and when the dust has settled the truth about you will be brutal, but no one can deny that you were a brilliant rocket scientist. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 08:32 AM PST 0 • 9
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