Children beaming brightly with energy solar

produce smiles in the wise with age

The sun a star forever burning

heavenly bodies surrounding its infernal rage

A satellite, the moon doesn’t produce,

even when it shines at night

As we age we wax poetic

the moon reflects what the sun emits…

starlight

I contemplate the comedy of aging

As humans around me dye their hair

And endlessly try to appear

Less experienced and youthfully fair

Oh how we waste the thing most precious

Chasing memories of how we once were

Forgetting to be present

As we linger in the past, finger tip media making reality just a colorful blur

Our age is the most precious of gifts

To linger here in the lesson a little longer than some

As we write and listen to the poetry written…

Our reflection shines bright like the sun

Starlight

Star bright

First star I see tonight

I wish I may

I wish I might

Have this wish I wish tonight