Time to writeOk so it's that time again,
Time to flex the muscles
of my mind. My thoughts
Process is cool and calm and crisp,
Time to show people that I really do exist.
Do directions work in space,
As there's no up or down.
Or would you have to use a sat nav,
Just to get around.
When I look out towards the stars,
Which someday may belong to the human race.
I can only imagine a quarter of space,
Where about two billion galaxies dwell.
As far as I can see,
what a incredible place space will be.
The aspirations of our expectations,
Is the only thing that would hold us back.
My trouble is I'm to old for a whistle and flute,
I don't even own my own space suit.
To gaze out upon the open stars,
As I rest my head on the planet mars.
For me, That would be a wonderful
Sight to see.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-09-26 at 00:54
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