End of world

 The world will end


The world will end some day

Even though we pray for life eternal

Against all the evidence

Against the feel of common sense. 


Puny man will bring it sooner

Than it otherwise might be

But when you count ten billion years 

Ten thousand years slips easily. 


Our only future remains the same

To return to stars whence we came

Our future is assured in galaxies

That mirror echoes of our brief sojourn. 


For all our sins, and they are many

We added to this universe 

Humor, music and compassion

In a pattern traveling wide 


Those values never die

But bring a rhythm and a sense

Beyond black holes and impermanence

Across the Milky Way. 


Our swan song is a chorus

Heard across the galaxies

Light years beyond our little station

Part of a cosmic balance sheet. 


We shall not weep for fallen comrades

For in truth we all must fall

One day whether young or old

There is no Justice in the stars. 

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