After Reading Astronomy Book

It's known that stars are born to die
And change their courses in the sky,
If they must change, then why not i,
Whose life is borne so fitfully.
If giant stars from vacuums grow,
Then perish in a burning woe,
As endless eras come and go,
Shall i not do the same below?
And if the broad and joyful sun,
That ever keeps his daily run,
From depths of nothingness can come,
Shall he not thence, one day, return?
And thus it is decreed to be,
By forces wiser far than me,
Whose providence i cannot see,
But with whose laws i must agree.
For stars and men in this are true;
They keep the course they're promised to,
And all their cycles are run through,
Although their days are few.