Billions and Billions

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This is a poem I wrote for the late Carl Sagan, a scientist, astronomer and so much more than I have much respect for. He was responsible for many space endeavors and other accomplishments to
include the pioneer plaque, Voyager space probe, writing Cosmos and numerous books and essays, lecturing at Cornell University, being a being an activist against nuclear weapons and developing the
SETI program to name just a few of his accomplishments. Astonishingly he did all of this while smoking marijuana daily for the last 27 years of his life. What's up with all that "scientific" data
that says you will end up a slobbering idiot if you smoke marijuana? I have read many of his books and essays and found that he was a man before his time. I learned a lot from his essay Mr. X,
which he describes his experience with marijuana, an essay everyone should read. He should have been born 1000 years from now so that he could have fully enjoyed the wonders of the Cosmos and the
exquisitely tiny world of atoms. Carl Sagan shall ever be my inspiration for learning and the motivation behind my works aimed at the betterment of mankind.

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Billions and Billions

by Michael Dale Sipes, Jr.

 

Billions and billions you used to say.

That is how I think of you each and every day.

A man so intuitive that you could envision a future

of an Earth with no life not even one creature.

You spoke of many issues, all very real indeed

of nuclear weapons, you proclaimed there was no need.

Often you would board a ship in your mind and could see

other worlds with planets and exotic life in its sea’s.

At night I lie awake with great thoughts on my mind

wishing I could fly about the galaxy with you by my side.

At last asleep, wearing a corduroy jacket you take my hand

and take me on a journey like no one has ever had.

Touring distant galaxies, quasars, and planets in a ship

one like no other, one of the imagination you call it.

As we race through black holes, my hand almost slips

once more I grab a hold of the seat that I firmly grip.

Billions and billions of stars oh what a great wonder

as were your dreams for mankind, but now you slumber.

You were a man before your time and so much more

I wish I could have met you, but not in my imagination.

Cruising about the galaxy to distant worlds on a ship,

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