Playing Dot To Dot With The Stars, Poem by Not Long Left

as a child,
when the sky at night,
seemed more clear,
i would, with my chocolate.
smelling fingers,
play dot to dot with the stars,
now,
at night,
the is sky less bright,
i play find a star,
from within the smog.
Was the sky more clear back then,
or was my imigination less suppressed.
Sometimes i watch my kids,
frolicking for hours with water,
at times i want to sumberge myself,
in the watery delight of there fun,
but then i find myself thinking,
of the water bill.