Arthur Kleinfelt

Arthur Kleinfelt, common man,
Soon to be a star,
Can you see eternity,
Up there, from where you are?

Arthur Kleinfelt worked in space,
On station Beta Eight.
He suited up to take a walk
Outside the docking gate.

The grappling boom on module three
Was sticking in it's berth.
He pulled and pried to break it free,
So high above the Earth.

That boom snapped like a baseball bat,
It knocked him hard and true,
And off he spun toward an Earth
Of opalescent blue.

Arthur Kleinfelt, astronaut,
When you went to space,
Did you yearn to make the world
Somehow a better place?

Did you dream while up on high,
Or look down from above,
To feel the swelling in your chest
Of Universal love?

Arthur Kleinfelt, see your world,
With all its majesties,
With all its passions, dreams and fears,
Its mountains, plains and seas.

Yes, see it looming larger now,
And see it coming near,
And feel those timid little tugs
Of outer atmosphere.
 
Arthur Kleinfelt, silver streak
Across the evening sky,
The children point and make a wish,
One wishes he could fly.