Space Shuttle: The Decline and Rise of Mighty Titans

It was the Cape Canaveral guard's eyes that told the tale,
Blinking tears while he rubbed his bristly jaw,
"they'll be back and flying high,
Just ... this economy has got to come around.

You can't blink the Space Shuttle away, it was our dream
From childhood on, soaring up up and away
Into the dark of space and to the moon,
Following the planet's rotation day after day.

To think we'll no longer head toward space
While the economy churns and stumbles
is as unlikely as it is depressing,
old humpty-dumpty taking his fall without grace.

Higher and higher needs to lose weight,
Leaving home all the pianos and kitchen sinks
For the gold of this planet has its mirror in space
All that must be done is find the links.

Old times, old geezers, old styles that inspired
Fall away before the emerging studies and minds
A slender piece by piece transport system
Will rise like a needle to spear this foggy bind

Gravity holding us to a world and mindset
Emptiness leading to treasures we hunger to find.
So say goodbye to the old and reach outward
Treasures aplenty up there we will find.

I don't know the eye color of the new guard,
I don't know if in the future we will shave,
Every Titan must some day take a fall,
And every hero will always have a place in our hearts.