Linda Harnett


Nineteen Ninety Nine - Poem by Linda Harnett

A wondrous shooting star, I seen,
On a cold dark winter night,
The year was nineteen ninety nine,
It’s memory shines so bright.

They say it speaks of change to come,
For those who catch this sight,
I watched in awe, the splendour,
As it trailed it’s tail of light.

I wondered if my life would change,
For better or for worse,
Would I receive some blessings,
Or would I find a curse.

Or maybe life would carry on,
Routinely, just the same,
A day to day existence,
Content to play the game.

The changes came as prophesised,
The wondrous gift was mine,
For love came with the comet,
In nineteen ninety nine.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 14, 2004



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