Dog Years

In a dog’s life
A year is really more like seven
And all too soon a canine
Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven

It seems to me
As we make our own few circles ’round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one

In the dog days
People look to Sirius
Dogs cry for the moon
But those connections are mysterious

It seems to me
While it’s true that every dog will have his day
When all the bones are buried
There is barely time to go outside and play

I’d rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
Or a span of geological time
Than be living in these dog years

It seems to me
As we make our own few circles ’round the block
We’ve lost our senses
For the higher-level static of talk

– Rush, Dog Years, from Test for Echo

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