We’re Only Star Stuff in the End

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This week I decided to move out of my comfort zone and take a stab at poetry.

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We’re Only Star Stuff in the End

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As a child, your heroes vary
Curly, Moe, and Shemp and Larry

Snatching up a funny book
Immerse yourself in Captain Hook

And later when your Mom gives hugs
You close the day with Bunny Bugs

And when you finally quit cartoons
And read a tome of Daniel Boone

Perhaps again you rise at dawn
And conquer lands with Genghis​ Khan

And bounce along in wooden wagons
On dusty roads with Sam and Baggins

Or if you find yourself in luck
Raft a river with Tom and Huck

Curious minds explore the world
Watching Cosmos comfortably curled

As Doctor Sagan often said
We'll be just Star Stuff when we’re dead

Life moved on and in a whirl
I stumbled on and found a girl

When we stopped and went to rest
She cradled me upon her breasts

In the quiet of that room
I planted seed into her womb

And from that seed, a child was born
I lifted high to greet the morn

With his feeble cries of strife
Informed us of another life

In his blood the guarantee
That hinted of eternity

And when new life no longer mattered
Strumming tunes by Nelson and Haggard

Haunting words composed so deftly
Told of tragic Pancho and Lefty

I learned that Silence has a Sound
When Paul and Art were still around

Inspiring sounds that were so curious
I trained my fingers to Asturias

But on my deathbed,​ I will see
Behind me lies eternity

Before me hasn’t yet occurred
And what comes next is only blurred

If, I have not lived my life
Regret will cut me like a knife

Only what is in the past
Burned on my soul will surely last

When my consciousness does fade
To mingle with the other shades

Who will be my heroes then
Only ghosts of greater men?

And in that distant time and place
When mankind's gone without a trace

What heroes will the gods dare send?
We’re Only Star Stuff in the End!

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Thanks for reading my poem
CARRY ON!

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