The Missing Beat – A Poem

The Earth seen from Apollo 17.

The thrum of daily life

The never-ending pulse

That carries through the night

Can never be repulsed

All the noise and bustle

The sounds we always hear

Stop a single rustle

From reaching any ear

If we stopped one moment

If we missed a beat

We’d hear the Earth’s torment

So loud in every street

It tells us it’s dying

But we don’t care to hear

Even though it’s trying

It will be dead one year.

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