Astral events and the geological scale of time

Don't get me wrong, this is not the science club
We will neither be discussing Saturn's rings nor how the dinosaurs said adieu
We certainly will not whistle a tune to how time passes away so soon or so slow
Or how the neighborhood changed while you went to get some books
Nor how the age catches up with flesh and bones, and the lines on the face show up one day
We will not see the firewood turn into ash while we remember how the people were good back then
And how the current crop could do with a bout at finishing school
Or how the songs were then , y' remember the lilting tunes of the crib


Don't get me wrong, this is not the science club
We will neither be discussing Saturn's rings nor how the dinosaurs said adieu
We won't howl that the weather was better then ,and the beauty was unblemished
We will not cry that friends were generous and the new fangled fads were then time tested timeless taste
This is but the odyssey which repeats, what has been over time improves its sheen
The fireworks which fill the night sky may now have more geometry and more sounds to its name
Yet the iris can widen only so much and the open mouthed glee is still the same
Astral events and the geological scale of time
You remember that , and the insignificance in the whole wide Universe of today's headlines

Don't get me wrong, this is not the science club
We will neither be discussing Saturn's rings nor how the dinosaurs said adieu