Seventy (A Poem)

They circle around as if in a crowd. Unorganized and chatty.
It's here but not quite, misinformation.

Confusion, letting the sky stay in place. Never say it again.
Stars may fall from the sky. Check the calendar and know your best friend.

It's not always funny. Be good to your rings. The events can be taken.
Hundreds of thousands, are only a few. Where are their voices?

In bed for the night. Sometimes playful. Sometimes frightful. Never lonely.
Can you hear the sound of the puzzled world?

Willing to learn. Never reaching the pinnacle of knowledge.
Genetically speaking, he speaks from the heart, and is usually wrong.

Silence.