“Twinkle, twinkle, little star”
I learned when I very young
and though since then I’ve wandered far
I still recall how it was sung.
The stars still hold their lure for me
and when I wander in the night.
I lift my eyes and I can see
beyond mankind’s mysterious plight.
There’ll come a time when I’ll be gone —
when I’ll no longer scan the skies
but all the twinklling will go on
quite unaware of my demise.