Epilogue To My Poem of the Day

Epilogue to My Poem of the Day What would happen if your dreams and wishes Did all become like disturbed broken dishes Of a plane desperately scattered on a hillside Passengers and crew in heaven now will abide. Only small lonely pieces are still left there At home suffering and pain are hard to bare Many memories of family members remain And terrible thoughts of co-pilot who was insane. What drove a person to do something like this? Was there a point and purpose that I might miss? All that is left and can be found is a lost legacy And heaven where souls of dead bodies will be. What should be done is to start all over again This thing that happened would never have been If we discovered in mind of person an intrusion Resulting in much confusion full of delusion. What I am trying and from here on really mean In cockpit there must be an interior latrine For all males and if one is a female for certain In each position have available a shower curtain. Once flight starts, neither pilot nor co-pilot should be able to leave the cockpit until the flight reaches it's end. Astronauts will be remaining together for a year so why not a pilot and co-pilot for a couple of hours? Good question. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran