The Space Age
Whence I saw old age
coming, I scrambled
for my eternal
youth,
It made no a difference
what I did, I had
to stare at
truth.
The universe is a time maker,
sophisticates
prompt as
space,
Everything is aging, due to
properties of creation
we must
face.
Yorktown Disciple
# !2067
Quatrain of The Space Age - 12067 - Yorktown Disciple
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Universe
is
a
time
maker
