Meanwhile, The Stars

This poem is from Jewels In The Dust And Other Hidden Trinkets, one of my nine poetry chapbooks self-published between the years 1999-2004:

Words echo more softly
as years pass through years
Photos yellow, become
crimped around the edges
Skin changes hue and tone
Tatoos fade
Faces transform
Memories crowd around one another
making room for what may come
Loved ones depart
Families scatter
Babies grow
Cells spin
some faster
some slow
Crowds gather
Cities fall
Earth spins on its axis
Hearts keep pumping blood
Bones lie in ashes
With every year, the numbers
keep turning
Meanwhile the stars have never changed
and are still only just being born