Shooting Stars Poem by Bruce Schwab

Some slash across the sky
so fast we hardly notice at all.
Others, a long, slow burn
igniting our imagination.
A few, more scarce,
larger ones, burn long and bright
with the colors of their composition.
Some, so rare that many people
will never glimpse one, expose themselves
full with color, moving with grace,
during even the brightest of days.
So it is with the people we have known,
know now, or are yet to know.
Some, forgotten seconds after viewing.
Others, we remember for days.
The larger ones, who show us their color,
may be remembered for years, or more.
The most rare however, those that show
us their inner beauty even against the harsh
light of day, as their outer shell
is burned away by the friction of life,
are the ones who we will never forget! Bruce.