Going to the Moon

I ask, “why not”?
Not much of a reason to spend billions
On a trip to the moon.
Be brave on your own dime!

Kennedy sold, but I did not buy.
Maybe I was wrong.
Time was, not so very long ago,
Limitless.

From the moon to Asimov
And beyond.
I did not, in 1961,
See the end.

Dreams, always in short supply,
Are now the home of the dysfunctional.
Who imagines his children's children
As the progenitors?

It is not my faulty vision,
Rather, it is the acceptance
Of the inevitable secession.
We will be less.