Telling Aliens About Earth

This is actually only an excerpt of a longer poem that I vaguely remember writing one night after I had a dream that I was forced to convince aliens not to get rid of Earth. I think it stemmed from people arguing about the whole “we are the virus!” thing. I dunno. But I liked the last few lines, so they’re ironically the only parts of the poem I really find worth saving.

And despite our many hardships, 

Someone wakes up each day and knows 

That they are worthwhile, and worth a fortune 

And to me, that always shows. 

So of course this rock must stay where it is 

(Spinning on a trajectory through space) 

Because nothing good was ever perfect, 

But we are a trembling, trying place. 

The aliens looked at earth again, 

And saw a patched up pile of patchwork friends. 

Then they sent me back into my bed; 

And this is where my dream ends. 

But as you’ve noticed, Earth is still here. 

And so are you. (How grand!) 

Because we might be broken, bruised and bloody

But even so, we stand. 

You can see that if this is just a snippet, that is a very large poem. My sleepy brain knows a lot of words, but I’ve come to know that “succinct” is not one of them.