Continued Perspective Poem by Edwina Reizer

I saw a star, no longer there.
It shot across the sky.
And as it traveled I wondered
why did it have to die?

Was that its destiny from its birth
akin to every living thing?
How many like I were privileged
to see its life departing?

Eons of years it hung aloft in the night
and provided eyes with pleasure.
And now that place is a darkened sight
that time can never measure.

We take for granted that what we see
will be there always and ever.
But the humanness of who we are in this life
in the end the knife will sever.

But do not worry for just like the space
that was left by that star,
a new one will be born to take its place.
You'll see it when you return from afar.