Men of Earth

April, Appeasing


Having sailed across the seven seas
Climbed the tallest mountains
Read the longest narratives
We've arrived at the foot of infinity
The only place left to travel is the stars.


When we get to heaven
Those gates will open slow
And beckon us to come in,
To share our stories from the road.
All the prophets will laugh and sing
And sling their stories
In pleasant reverie
While we sip our tea
And take a breather.


When it comes time to go we'll bid farewell.
We'll blow them kisses, and wave and tell
That we'll be back one day.
They know.
But until that day we've the moon to walk,
And the universe to learn.


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