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The Spacecraft* Once upon a deadline dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary,
 

Summary: The Spacecraft*
Once upon a deadline dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary,
Over a quaint and curious timeline (always a distressing chore).
While my fingers keys were tapping, suddenly there came a rapping,
"Me thinks there's someone gently rapping, rapping at my office door."
"Tis the janitor," I muttered, "tapping at my office door-
Only this and nothing more."
But I was wrong, as there instead, I saw a long familiar head,
Belonging to a mission ops team member standing at my door.
Face of ashen grey was gazing as my blood pressure was raising,
As his lips the words were forming, slowly coming to the fore,
"It's the wheel," he murmured softly, standing just outside my door.
"Looks like a long night in store."
Down the hall we raced with yearning, all the time our thoughts were churning,
'TiI we reached the window looking to a room with raised floor.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, thinking thoughts that none of us had dared to think before.
"Could this be the end?" I wondered, standing there outside the door.
Still a thought that I deplore.
Entered I into the chamber where the engineers did battle

  

Source: Henry, Richard C.- Department of Physics and Astronomy, Johns Hopkins University

 

Collections: Physics