Oh, shooting star why did you fall from the sky?
I guess you felt it was your time to fly
I wonder, did the other stars tell you goodbye?
Did you ever wish to see the light of day?
Will anyone miss you while you are away?
I wonder, did any other star ask you to stay?
Is there a reason you decided to leave?
Did you think you had nothing left to achieve
I wonder, when did you no longer believe?
The night skies will never look the same
You were one in a billion but I knew you by name
I wonder, could I have said, done anything? Am I to blame?
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
Oh shooting star, I wish that you were still alive
2 thoughts on “Oh, Shooting Star”
Oh, this is so very sad… It brings tears to my eyes as I think of the missing star. And I also recall Hans Christian Andersen’s story, The Little Match Girl, in which the little girl (upon seeing a shooting star) says, “Someone is dying.” Fantastic poem, Robert!
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Thank you. Your kind words are much appreciated. Glad it touched you. Seems like all my writings have been on death lately.