Colin F. Jones

LOGIC

When I consider the size dominated by space,
I realize how small and insignificant we are,
Yet every minute molecule has its place,
Just like every distant and nearby star.
If science is right then the galaxy will end,
For every ingredient has a limited life,
Yet if man can marry and have a child to tend,
Why can’t a star have a productive wife.
If death is the fodder that produces life,
What does the death of a star produce,
As peace is the opposite of war or strife,
What from this can our minds deduce.
The more we discover the less we know
If in absence we have no use.