When I was a boy
The Earth was solid rock
Beneath my feet,
The Heavens were eternal,
God made everything perfectly,
And my mom and dad
And everyone else
Were immortal.
Everything was beautiful,
Then I learned
The Earth was not solid,
The Universe began
And will probably end.
There were no immortals
Walking around me.
We were flawed,
Inheriting errors in our cells
And everything imperfect
Was still beautiful
And mine.
In the shifting continents,
The expanding universe,
And evolving world,
I am poorer and richer
at the same time.
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