Scuttle The Shuttle - Poem by Ima Ryma
Endeavor to go to L.A.
That's where I'm being retired to,
To a Space Center, so they say,
To be a sight see peek a boo.
The rest of the shuttle gang is
Getting shipped off to other spots,
As tourist cash cows - that's show biz.
We're gonna miss each other lots,
And miss the flow of time and place,
Showing some worst but mostly best,
Hurtling into the outer space,
Returning home from gloried quest.
No fun retirement's gonna be -
A bunch of tourists pawing me.
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