45 Years and Counting

When I think it’s been 45 years

Since a small group of brave engineers

Went and conquered the moon

Then we gave up so soon

Well, the thought nearly drives me to tears!

See, by now we should have cities there

With big domes to contain all the air

Filled with gardens and stores

Peoples homes by the scores

And the children play nicely and share

So I hope that this poem will inspire

All those leaders I greatly admire

To use all their skill

Make Tranquilityville

Because that’s where I want to retire!