Birthday poetry

The critique group I shared this with dubbed it the space pirate poem. Aye, then, raise yer glass to another voyage!

From a voyager’s log

full fifty times have I orbited
aboard this good green vessel, broad of beam
and sound, her crew a dodgy
lot at times, both boon
companions and bitter foes

the thousand intractable ills
of shipborne life have gullied me
soft though not yet stripped: I expect
the radiation of yon yellow star will render
me a rattling husk long

before the stellar wind sweeps
my dust to the cosmos