Glory

Cold stars have always retained themselves longer,
Burning brightly has never yielded to long life,
But no one remembers the dim star,
No one cares to see.
So burn bright if you will,
Explode and clash and flare as you can,
And accept the day you must retire,
Whichever way you choose,
Humans are humans,
And only the shooting, the exploding, the tenacious stars,
Are to be remembered.

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