Teachers teach, preachers preach
A star is just beyond our reach
In the land of never..never..
Burning brightly on forever
Seems everyone wants a piece
Of the lights that seldom cease
Words are written, words are spoken
But stars are mostly made to be broken
Every star that shines at night
One day will be out of sight
As sure as the sun will rise
It will set before our eyes
A broken star with a broken heart
Was once a master of its art.
It gave its best, it gave its all
Yet, every star was born to fall
A contest entry
- The Ten by lowercase prelude.
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Comments
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Hi Michael !
A most delightful poem ! Wonderful rhyme
and flow , way to go !!
Thank you for sharing today ! Take care ,
Best regards , Friend Easy

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