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