Fifty million miles or more,
Have passed since last year came.
Now, every year’s the same.
A web of darkness surrounds me,
As I complete my work,
And gradually depart the game.
They call me the Voyager,
And I have come afar,
Just to make my fame.
Oh, the planets I have seen,
Their glory to behold,
And I am not to blame.
If I have not found other life yet,
Mapped among my views.
Based from where I came.
I carry an old gold record,
In my bag of magic tricks,
My origin to proclaim.
For I am now beyond old Sol,
Pierced the envelope of his wind.
Where the stars are all the same.
With hope that in this great beyond,
I will be found someday.
And they will know my name.
After twenty-six years, Voyager 1,
in the fall of 2003, has left the
envelope of the solar wind,
and has entered interstellar space.
Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull
11/13/03
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