Sonnet 54, How Come You Must Burn So Fast Poem by Peter S. Quinn

How come you must burn, so fast and so bright?
Oh star faraway in the darkly sky;
In the flames of the bluest of the night,
How lonesome you must eternally fly.
Like a man who fares his feelings and lust,
And yearns his youth for the days to come;
He knows that life to earth shall again rust,
And return to what it once came from.
Oh must this be like love is all of burn,
And dies like a candle's flickering flame;
From the darkness is there then no return,
And is all lost like forgetting a name.
The days and nights are strange and so is fate,
With all its change it shall not forget or wait.