A poem in space. September
2019
Space is really really big,
going to the next star,
is amazingly far,
do ya dig?
It aint no simple joy ride,
to blast off super fast,
is a problem we past,
now we just glide.
Weightless in space you will
be,
unless gravity by spin,
you make for the win,
of a healthy you and me.
We need a lot of fuel to get
going,
acceleration also feels like
gravity,
it gives you lots of delta
vee,
but save some fuel for
slowing.
Poem in Space 2. October 2019
Looking at the edge of space,
a lonely member of the human
race,
wishing to fly from this
place?
A great expanse of man,
that is our hope and plan.
Being better than we are,
over there on that star.
Clean and happy our new world
will be.
Yes, just you wait and see.
Hate shall not follow us
there,
poverty replaced with what is
fare.
Can this dream come true?
Can we build something new?
Or will our problems follow
along,
the weak subjugated by the
strong.
Looking up to the distant
stars,
but we haven't even reached
Mars.
Will we ever leave this place?
Can we improve the human race?
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