Reach For The Stars Poem by S.W. Clark

Did today an impossible play,
grasped for the fancy star
just to say
'I tried'
but I lied
to myself with the act
it would be no fact
and
who would care that
all I had was air.
Anyway
Such a thing I should spurn
'cause to have a star would burn
but, Oh, to have such a beauty in my life
A Star, so bright,
to overcome this darkening strife.
These things inside my closet of desire
are known only to me you see.
They are piled high and overflow
so the door is locked with a key
To open the door
would be trouble galore
so fantasy, please, do not tempt me no more.