© 2016 Barbara Grace Lake

 

Another year of earthly turns
But was my birth one year ago?
Or twenty-five or eighty-five?
Oh, time enough, forgetting all
From noble aims ignoble loss
Self limiting despair–and yet

In life we share upon this world,
This tiny speck in all of space,
Such hopes, defeats and even toil
That each may claim a life beyond
The struggle we encounter here
Perhaps to wear a crown of stars.