I Could Never Be an Astronaut Living in Space in a Small Space

I don’t know about you, but I could never live
in those rocket ships astronauts travel in space with.

Instead of being a space cowboy, I’d be a space coward.

For example, the Boring Starliner rocket that the
astronauts were trapped in for over 9 months
was 390 cubic feet.

It was no larger than a small room or a large closet.

I’d get claustrophobic in such a small space
for even a day.

I’d fear things that could go wrong in space,
a barely known place.

I’d fear being blown up in a take off explosion blast.

I’m nowhere near as brave as those fearless
space travelers.

But I would be heroically brave in other circumstances.

Without hesitation, I would have taken a bullet for a young woman I used to work with.

I was too old for her for a romance, even though I know she had a crush on me, and I would have wanted to be with her if there hadn’t been over 40 years between us.

I had something close to unconditional love for her.

Because I’d lived a full life, I easily could have afforded to die for her.

I could not bear the thought of her hopes, dreams, her life ending in such a horrible way.

Despite that gallant thought, which I would have gone through with instantly,

I’d be a coward in living like the brave astronauts traveling in a rocket ship no larger than a small room.

Bob Boyd

BobBoyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)

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