All Crushed

Was round about the 60's And I a budding teen Was influenced and touched By a program I had seen Rod Sterling was the narrator Of a series quite well known With weekly visits to a world Named the "Twilight Zone" And to this day one episode The best without debate Has taught me 'bout the frailty Of Man against his fate A short meek man from Queens, New York Henpecked by his wife Found his joy in reading books To assuage a bit his strife Voracious was his appetite for Tomes and all that's written Yet blind without his glasses He's as docile as a kitten In the vault under his bank one day While making a transaction The world above was subject to A nuclear reaction! When he surfaced to the top To view the mass destruction He found that only he'd survived And came to this deduction No wife! No rules! No one to shriek Or tell him what to do! Only stacks and shelves of books To read, peruse and view Paperbacks and hardcover Pamphlets, primers, scrolls The whole damn New York Library With him at the controls! Then as he pictured life In a world with voices hushed He bent his head to grab a book His glasses broke.......................... All crushed.............