A Fallen Star

I saw the wife at next door, Who kept her strife in ground floor; I went upstairs to count stars, And she came upstairs to talk to stars. I didn’t listen to her stories, But her stories got listened to; She did find fallen stars But couldn’t see a hoping star. I saw sad and weak stars With bad and dark clouds; Cascading tears told they did suffer, And they filled in rivers better. Land grows green ever with rivers, But stars stay never with tears; They shed tears when they suffer, And they fill in rivers better. One day, I went upstairs To look at the sky with stars; I saw her come upstairs To talk to Sky with stars. But, clouds were heavy with tears, And no stars appeared there, So I came downstairs with fear, And I saw – the fallen star, near! October 1, 2020 COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(30) any theme any form Poetry Contest Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand