A credit to the human race,
No matter how it goes,
Before you're sent to outer space
In white protective clothes,
Forget the media event,
Reporters and TV,
And see the change you underwent,
Without a guarantee.
You could have gone the other way,
With street gangs, fists and thugs,
It might have been the easy play
To hide behind the drugs.
But, no, you said, my life is mine,
I want to make them proud!
Your studies, books and grand design-
Success is what you vowed.
The science fair was just a step
To what was yet to come,
And NASA saw a brilliant prep
No longer from a slum.
For six long years you made your name,
The moon and stars your plan,
'Til finally your fate became
The project you began.
So you deserve to contemplate
On virtues you extoll,
Extend the media debate:
You're children's model role.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.