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.)