He must feel alone.
Okay, yes, I know he’s just a drone.
But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel alone.
He must miss Earth, his home.
At night he must stare at the sky,
At the stars and the moon,
Wishing that he’ll come home soon.
Little does he know that his live feed,
Is no longer seen.
The messages he’s sending,
Are deemed a waste of spending.
Because down here on Earth,
We’ve reevaluated his worth.
But no one let him know,
Up there all alone.
That drone.
That must miss Earth, his home.
May not be scientifically correct. But those guys up there always deserve a thought.
