Modest Starts

There's no shame in modest starts:
the universe, begot from dot,
began as small, our textbooks state.

Just look around: the largest things
we touch or see, most massive space,
a trillion times reduced to bits

smaller than the smallest spot.
Dishonor comes when trying dies
before it had a chance to live.

Modest Starts © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: March 1, 2019