Midnight, not a sound from controllers,
	Have they lost my transmissions?  I am flying alone...
	In the darkness, I slowly spin, reflecting the moon,
	Let my batteries... charge again!

	Memories, all alone in my orbit...
	I remember my launch day,  I was beautiful then.
	With four wheels I could point where'er they wanted me to,
	Now my four wheels will not spin.

		First my gyro-scopes stopped working,
		Then my wheels started swerving.
		But torquer bars helped me to point at stars,
		And soon I was observing!

	Now, though, my observing is finished. 
	I am nothing but space junk.  I am cold and alone.
	But my data are safely archived down on the earth.
	Let my spectra...live again!