![]() Shooting StarA Poem by David Lewis PagetI followed her over the countryside, I followed her near and far, She said that she had to live her life Alone, as a shooting star. ‘The world began when I came to be Will be gone,’ she began to shout, ‘When I leave my trail, a silvery tail And the Moon and the stars go out.’
‘But what about love,’ I called to her As she shimmied by in the breeze, Her eyes were fixed on the future as I settled down on my knees. ‘I haven’t got time for love,’ she said ‘It fades, and swallows my life, There’s more to living what I’ve been given Than being somebody’s wife.’
‘The world out there is a lonely place When you wander its wilds alone, You’ll need somebody to hold your hand In the dark, when you’re on your own.’ ‘I don’t need someone to tie me down I shall steer my course for me, No man shall tug at my either hand Or change my trajectory.’
‘My heart is full of my love for you,’ I said, but she didn’t care, She laughed, and hurried away to find What life had in store for her. I caught a sight of her now and then As she lived her life to the full, With greedy lips at the brimming cup As she drained the life from her soul.
The years were cruel as she partied on, Her hair became iron grey, Her skin was losing that youthful bloom With the drugs that she took each day, The money lenders were out in force So she had to swallow her pride, And sell herself when she had to pay, But then she shrivelled inside.
She landed up on my doorstep only Once, and I thought she’d fall, She looked so ill that my heart went out But my skin began to crawl, ‘So what became of the shooting star?’ I said - She began to pout, Then tears welled up at her eyelids as Her Moon and her stars went out.
David Lewis Paget © 2014 David Lewis PagetReviews
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