One has his own course
another is on hers.
What are the chances
that they shall ever meet?
How many dimensions
are they moving through?
What forces are acting upon them?
An astronomical chance,
a seemingly infinite number.
But it still happens.
They meet, connect, and bond.

Words © Neil Hayes and neilhayeswrites


When a child, they are a god to you

They lead, you follow

Bigger, stronger, more confident

Then you grow, begin to catch up

And finally overtake

You want to learn, to improve

But they seem to be stuck in their ways

Even regressing

Unwilling to change, to grow up

They weren’t clever after all

Just bigger and stronger

What a disappointment

My big brother, America



© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswriter