by Jason Stotts
Okay, so perhaps I should preface this by saying that I hate poetry and I cannot write poetry, but I was moved to try and put down my feelings and this is what came out of it…so read at your own risk. You have been warned.
How great is Man
that he may be,
the Master of all Eternity.
Through his mind,
He knows no bounds,
into the skies and off the ground,
into the blue depths,
and the black of space,
Man can go anyplace.
Free the shackles of your Mind,
And be surprised at what you find!