Time to write

Ok 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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-09-26 at 00:54

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