120

The theory and remedy

Time in a billion years after
Shall cease
And everything grinds to a halt,

Do you not feel the distant stars
Moving faster away from you?

Things move away rapidly
Stars explode
On the fringes of this universe
Shooting through space

Jump then to another
Universe
Before ours gets used up

The luxury of worrying
About our age

Shall now dissipate
On a rundown universe

At any rate why
Worry? I do not intend
to go 60
33 was just perfect.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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