THE STARS

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star”
I learned when I very  young
and though since then I’ve wandered far
I still recall how it was sung.

The stars still hold their lure for me
and when I wander in the night.
I lift my eyes and I can see
beyond mankind’s mysterious plight.

There’ll come a time when I’ll be gone —
when I’ll no longer scan the skies
but  all the twinklling will go on
quite unaware of my demise.

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