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Trips Around The Sun
Days come and days go, again and again
rushing forward, knowing it'll never slow.
Modus long before first life could begin,
crossed the cosmic face of sun's starry glow.
Time turns into weeks and melts into years.
Years form a towering silent spiral.
Solar powers play with our human fears,
mortality is the prime denial.
Each trip, thinking God is the Solar One -
while hushing this ticking head's twirling spin.
Before the end, when all living is done;
seize this stellar journey that's ever been.
One's long life is not a matter of pride.
It's how we all have helped while on our ride.
104 words Sonnet
Copyright ©
Greg Gaul
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