She’ll always be
A Cross Creek Cat.
Seven pounds of pure will
She always had my back.
The Death of Opportunity
Mars is a killer.
First it took our Spirit,
Now it ends Opportunity.
Through the miles and storms and dust,
We called out to you my friend,
But you would not, could not answer.
Deep Space awaits the news,
Billie Holiday sings the blues.
You changed the night sky for me.
Now when I see that fire red twinkle,
I’ll be looking at Mars,
But I’ll Be seeing You.
Wisdom
When you get older
Your bones get colder
And time takes
Your memories away.