Once There Were Cosmic Optimists Poem by Shalom Freedman

Once there were cosmic optimists
Who plotted our ascension and redemption
Wider and wider higher and higher

Now there are it seems
Only cosmic pessimists
Who promise us extinction
Long before the ultimate Entropy

For however far and smarter we evolve
We cannot overcome
The death of all stars
And the last long cold

However old we be
We will never be old enough
To outlast all the universe's
Dying stuff.