The old and the new.

The little red sun as I call it

Our closest neighbor or star outside 🌍 is Proxima Centauri

Of our solar system with a similar planetary order

Such priority is in the aging of the LRS drawn into

The birth and aging of the planets in some specific order

It is older than the sun we enjoy for all moments mentioned

To the outstretched walk to now as opposed to the LRS being

Billions of years older than our sun planets fixed birth times be it 

“Another momentary thought burning nuclear waste in the sun

Did or didn’t they, it is not my fiction writing I am now penning”

Being older than thou either great decomposition or greatness occurred

As if instilled today witnessed by our rise in the civilization we become

But on the way the boat was lost and went another direction 

Pandemics, plagues, wars and pity that’s yet to be, pity the living

So civilization grew with the well inclined and ❤️ The other half

But the ash of those diseases must still be masked or having a masked life

Leaves a stark reminder what is in tomorrows tea cup or space expansion 

Robotics growing Marijuana from seed pods with Soil and water on Mars

To assist in hemoglobin studies and reproduction or re/geniuses of aging 

That is my opinion or thought and direction that should be studied for us

My science /fiction advocate  looks at the, LRS, as older than our Earths Sun

By billions and billions of years expressed with its color change or still older

Unless they, milked the cow-space talk, a great change took place later there

Ours is netted with the history of darkness what is unknown is that element

Theirs I speculate were more intelligence but much more inclined with the apes

Because the apes ruled the world longer with uneven chance of decomposition 

And worlds end through de-population or redirection meets end and none

The other given that are no moons about the planets orbiting the, LRS suspected

The chance of a dark side to them remains largely true ugly both are very scary

There a greater evil may exist in that barrel of choice more than time a-lots you

A thousand earth years more to reach there to only find no one to greet you now

But billions of years of decomposition took place and set like a green lawn

With a forest world wide sound familiar.

(C) Daniel A McMahon