SpaceA Poem by Mr. HenleyA poem I was inspired to write upon asked what I would like to happen to my body when I die.
If and when I die,
I will not be buried in the ground. Space may take me, To where no being has before travelled. No air to dilute my body, No noise to disturb my rest. Only exploration and miracles, The things God only knows. The beginning of time, The secret of space. I want it to be mine. Let it comfort me in death.
© 2013 Mr. HenleyAuthor's Note
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