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403. The Astronaut

I worked for years to be an astronaut
It was my dream to fly into deep space
When I was chosen to join the program
My dream had come true to be given a place
But now I sit in my modular chair
My helmet fogging from some strange steam
Only moments before an alarm did go off
Telling me in seconds there would be an end to my dream
I think we hit an asteroid or two
For it ripped a hole in our craft’s wing
I know we’re on fire somewhere over there
The cause of our deaths it will bring
My companions and I had planned for this
Yet no training can prepare for your end
Although in moments we’ll be memories
That we’re not afraid we won’t pretend
Despite it all we do remain calm
Our seconds are now but a few
Hopefully they’ll learn from our little problem
And will make changes the next time they flew
With a final breath I now say goodbye
The intense pain I feel now already past
I take pride in being an astronaut
Knowing I’ll be remembered by flags at half mast


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