Rather Just Be Stardust Poem by David Whalen

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I wonder what it is
That holds the sky up

And tho’ I know
We’re composed of Stardust

I know not
What it is, nor why

I wonder where the thunder goes
When it fades into the distance

And why the streams
like misted dreams

Glide by…
Without resistance

I wonder why old people often cry
When they ponder on the past

Do they think their tears
Will quell their fears and…

Slow time that
Goes by so fast

I even wonder
Why people ponder

Of things so far
Beyond their ken

Better by far…to just be stardust
To ne’er wonder

…why or when…
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