Future Postings Poem by Eric Bult

How few of we mere mortals understand
That every star we see a sun may be
To planets in that distant wonderland
Where few may now sustain life such as we.
Should that be so a million other stars
Within our galaxy and far beyond
May thus attest to lack of any bars
To life like ours within our little pond.
But though such other beings may be there
We may not know them nor they know of us:
We live not long enough to travel there,
With even radio we can't discuss.

I only do conceive our spirits may
Be 'posted' there one glorious future day.