Mars (my ballade of)

I've heard the luring breeze of  Mars  
seen its red-dust-hazed setting sun  
though folk, for sure, will go so far  
regretfully I shan't be one.  
My birth too soon to feel the hum  
of rocket's start's fast thrusting blasts  
and racket of life's leaping rush  
to new future's from ancient paths...  
   
Perhaps crossing's of some new sea bar  
as ancient Mariners have done,  
some heaven's-bent stainless steel barques  
sailing to new worlds now we've won  
the old, with bark canoe, stone tools, some  
brand new tools now to hack, fantast  
driven, new worlds expansion  pushed  
to new future's from ancient paths...   
   
As from Olduvai and Afar  
a thousand years with each step run,  
out of Africa's Savannah,  
feeling those newer cooler suns...  
Not for an age have we just come  
but for all time our die is cast  
to circle the universe, this is just,  
to new future's from ancient paths...  

Please forgive my million year eye,  
my presumptive start of our race,  
and, if granted, my little smile    
of its ending, I see no trace...