What's there to do when this life's all but through? What's to be done when we've put out the sun? When the earth is no longer a place to call home. When the stars in the sky have exploded, kaboom! The forces have pulled apart all that their is, That outward expansion, it just never quits! Who will be there to see how it ends. My mind contemplates this time and again...


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.