Backstreets and Galaxies
I will tell you of the backstreets
In a brain that has grown old
A mind that has wandered often
When it was young and bold
Old brains should deal in minutiae
A myth right off my tongue
For mine looks at the universe
I couldn't solve when young
It thinks of distance in light years
Time as infinity
And whether stars are live or dead
Or whence divinity
It thinks some stars it sees are ghosts
That died in some long past
But light is just now getting here
How long do star ghosts last
When I was young the Milky Way
Was thought to be alone
Now we know there are billions more
In the galaxy zone
Then thoughts return to this old Earth
And wish for hands to hold
I leave the backstreets for awhile
And enjoy being old
9-24-19
Contest : In the Backstreets of My Mind
Sponsor : Silent One
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2019
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