To Be A Star Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

every day I observe
the jumping meter

is going up faster and faster
I am as happy as a child

it is providing, which a success,
I am taking day by day.

the height of opponents,
is best measure.

if their number, exceeds
the number of my supporters.

to somebody, at one time,
and I remember,

and it is helping me,
to bear inconveniences from time

to time, which...is carrying
a wrinkled pillow.