This and That
I do this.
Meanwhile another man does that,
unaware of my doings.
I know he does that,
but that's not why I do this.
Satisfaction and disappointment have
been grafted onto every tree.
I don't know why he does that:
I do this because of me.
All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.