I am too old to be told
This will not last. It is
All that will and on sunnier
Days when the thrill of eternity
Spins ethereal music and I see
New possibilities, they are all
Now without her who said
She could not sing. I’m not
So sure now of all that has
Past before, whether creator
God will sum us up or we’ll
On our own blink out.
Perhaps if our species can
Escape this corrupted earth
Before it implodes our DNA
Will inhabit planets light years
From here. I’m bearing it with
Plans of my own escape, a
New dog will help – new thoughts
As far away as I can think
In the few blinks I have left.
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