05/19/19

We are very small That much is undeniable What then does it mean For us to be so small What is the point of living here Why are we sitting in silly looking robes That signify an achievement That began and ended in eighteen orbits Of a rock around a star The last time Halley's Comet flew by the Earth Our parents were still kids And the next time it comes We will be sixty years old Our time in school ended In the blink of a cosmic eye So why bother celebrating We celebrate because while we are small We are still significant We have something that to our knowledge None of those heavenly colossi do We have the ability to feel We have the ability to think And to communicate And to love And this, though small Is significant