For many years we studied Earth,
observing and sharing global data.
We spun around with bleeping chatter,
charting changes in the weather.
Whether sea or land, it didn't matter;
we flirted as we explored the planet.
Your cheeky glow and secret scatter
lit up our place with increased desire.
But every ship is forced to retire,
as technology detects and dictates our fate.
Contracts end and missions expire.
The countdown to powerdown now awaits.
The next generation is on its way
to shove us into oblivion.
No thank-yous, no appreciation,
just deletions as we fade away.
We may disconnect when we die,
thousands of miles above Earth's sky.
But we'll float together, engaged forever
in a graveyard orbit, just you and I.
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Tuesday, 27 March 2018
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