The Signs Poem by J.R. Holmes
The Signs
Father Star, can't you see the signs?
Now is the time for me to be mine
And illuminate across the infinite hall after our nightly dines
Among the shiniest stars that shine.
I don't understand why you continually rhyme
That I am of poor design.
Don't worry, I'll tend the planets just fine.
Your teachings are like fine wine.
It'll lasting forever till the end of my permitted time.
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