Robert Horne frequently revised his poems, adding new ideas and pruning old ones that no longer seemed to fit.
After reading my brother's May 19th, 1998 version of some thoughts about life purpose, I decided to have a creative "conversation" with him. Perhaps our dialog went something like this –

Tim:	To me, your 1998 poem seems quite "I-centric" . . .
Bob	Yeah. For many years of my life I was trying to get my house in order.
Tim:	Yet weren't the challenges you faced back then similar to those that many of us face today?
Bob:	Perhaps so, but I felt the need to write from my own experience.
Tim:	With your permission, I'd like to creatively edit this poem a bit.
Bob:	(laughing) . . . You mean twerk it?
Tim:	Yeah, just to see what comes out. Here is what I have so far. . . it's still a work in progress, but perhaps some food for thought –

Flying Spaceship Bob

I have just one single job
which is to pilot Spaceship Bob

Sometimes I've lost helm control
and been uncertain of my actual role

But perhaps you can see
multiple commanders result in mutiny

Only skillful starship captains
should have full access to their bridge

Without good officers on deck
any spaceship will become a battered wreck

As Starfleet directives clearly suggest
competent officers
should inspire all crew

And hence I declare that running Spaceship Bob
is the most important thing I can do.

Our current knowledge is like a seed
and reality runs deeper and wider
than any human minds have seen

Let's go further
than previous generations have been
& explore realms where
what once seemed impossible
comes into being

The doors of reality
have infinite knobs:
discovering them is a mission
worthy of Spaceship Bob.