Six centuries later.

They say the old star Betelgeuse,
Which is, in Orion, found
Could be about to self explode
As its ‘End of Life’ comes round,
But it’s slightly pinkish light
For years, by gazers seen
Comes from, ‘so very far away’
It’s light could be ‘has been’
It takes the light six hundred years
Through Space to make its way,
And so what happened long ago,
Is shown to us today.
If so, what we will see, occurred
When King Henry took his chance
And Charles, the king in Paris, then
Bequeathed him, all of France.
Of course, old Betelguese won’t know,
From what he can espy,
How ev’ry thing is changed here, too
As we from Europe fly.
George Potter