M.J. Henderson


Fallen Star


We look at the night sky and say,
‘Look, it’s a shooting star,
Make a wish’.
When in fact it’s a falling star.
So why wish for something,
That is happy when,
It is actually sad?
Why make happiness out of a fallen star?
Are we really that sad?

Submitted: Sunday, August 28, 2011

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  • * Sunprincess * (8/30/2012 11:29:00 PM)

    I believe seeing a falling star isn't an everyday occurence...so it is good to make a wish...maybe I will start making a wish on a rainbow also.... :) (Report) Reply

  • Stefanie Fontker (8/29/2011 7:59:00 PM)

    Interesting, maybe we are. It's better to make something happen yourself, than make a wish, though. Great poetry, very thought provoking. (Report) Reply

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