by D.S. charlax[published in The Poetrypoem daily, April 1 2009]WHO cares not greatlyShould the world remember whoIn some vast interspacial decade of 3002.
There who is on a journey,And who is for the long roadWHo Loves not to linger.
For him the starlight calls,Out of the spacecraft and sunsetWho has made words into poems.
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