Death Of A Star Poem by John F. McCullagh

Across ten Billion years of life she radiated her faint light;
an insignificant yellow dwarf; one of trillions in the night.
Then as her fuel was running low her diameter began to grow
Much like some aging matrons that you and I both know.
She did not die dramatically, No Nova as a swan song, she
faded from memory over time, a brown dwarf few telescopes could see.
All the Kings that ever were, all the mighty and the small
Were reduced to cinders by her death their mighty deeds beyond recall.
Somewhere, out on the spiral arm, An alien views a photo plate.
She notices the star called Sol is gone and speculates upon its fate.