Sixty-two times around the sun
(A thirty billion mile run)
I’d clung to Earth both day and night
As twenty thousand times it spun.
My life is four or five dogs old
The beating of my heart, untold
I’d searched the stars a million times
To watch the Universe unfold.
And though time flows, and hours gain
And moments seem to wax and wane
Within the cosmic hourglass
Time passes only grain by grain.
(I posted this poem 70 entries ago, at the beginning of my blog. With my Birthday looming on the horizon, I thought this would be a good time to update and repost.)